| ||To his true-seeing eyes. Such is the Saint ! |
And like the ocean, day by day receiving
Floods from all lands, which never overflows;
Its boundary-line not leaping, and not leaving,
Fed by the rivers, but unswelled by those;
So is the perfect one, to his soul's ocean
The world of sense pours streams of witchery,
They leave him as they find, without commotion,
Taking their tribute, but remaining sea.
Yea; whoso, shaking off the yoke of flesh
Lives lord, not servant, of his lusts; set free
From pride, from passion, from the sin of "Self".
Toucheth tranquillity ! O Pritha's Son !
That is the state of Brahma ! There rests no dread
When that last step is reached ! Live where he will,
Die when he may, such passeth from all plaining,
To blest Nirvana, with the Gods, attaining."
I confess that in spite of my trying to reach the state, I am far away from the condition of equipoise. I realize how difficult it is in the face of the storm raging round us.
Harijan : August 10, 1947.