How I consider the body real
While it is fragile as a river bank.
Such indeed is my sinful state of understanding!
For me to be filled with love
Of undifferentiated union in God
Is indeed unto the lame of limbs
To aspire for the honey at the top of the tree.
When is that day to be that
I am to be wrapped up in Bliss,
All sentience lost?
All that chariya, kriya, yoga
Do not constitute Sanmarga;
Let them be there.
But teach me the secret of attaining
The jnana great
That is unseated
By any faith whatever;
Of that Perfection Being that is untouched
By thought and speech
And would plunge me into the Sea of Sweet Bliss
That knows no satiety
And make me sport in it
And drink deep of its waters.
When is that day to be
That Thou will stand revealed to do it?
Oh! Thou the Primal Source of Siddhanta Mukti
Oh! Chinmayananda Guru! Oh! Dakshinamurti
That is seated high on the hilltop of Sivagiri!