Saints are singers,
The singers of the Divine,
Telling of sanyasa, leaving of homes,
Becoming of saints,
Cutting the bonds of maya-moha,
Taking to renunciation
That is vairagya.
But Swamiji is first of all an Advaita Vedantist
Believing in Advaita Vedanta,
A griha-tyagi, home-leaver
He is but a sanyasin,
A saint, a renouncer,
A vairagi
And above all a philosopher saint
Of India
Learned and poetical.
Howling strangely,The blackly howler monkeysHowling into the forestsWith their deep-throated howlsAnd telling something.
But am notAs I know it not well,Yet to be conversant withTo speak English fluently.
Rather is expressive of and clear-cutAs she speaks her mind and her soul.
And you if sad and lonely,Heartbroken and forlorn,My confidence I shall lose it.It is your love which has but turned into a loverAnd an unknown singer of love,Ay, the singer of heart,So, if you in the sighs and sobs,The eye-lashes splashed with tears,My brush fall from the handsAnd shall I fail in making a sweet…
A culturo-critical track of study,But it does not mean itThat we shall preach the BritishIslam and Hinduism.
I have forgotten.
