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GURUDEVA SMRITI GRANTHA
Thus swings in cradling death and birth; Ay, actions good or bad Are but of equal fate, That doth it flow In different worlds, 10 different mood Getting the different air and food : Easier it is to sovereignise Over the dead external things, And worlds--the earth, the moon, the stars, But it is as hard nut to crack, One's mastery over one's spirit This is the very mask Soul hast for itself wrought Unwisely to be thought The mundane pleasures and lusty task Should be all and be end all Of present Irfe. But alas ' it hast forgotten, "That within itself doth flow A crystal cataract With fainting but eternal tunes, Because of confusive humbug Is heard no more Its clear and the sweetest cadences."
Later He unscreened and placed The Truth within a garb divine Not only to his own epoch But also to advent era, And blew in a heroic tone At a moment of celestial expedition, 'A March To Salvation' His presence proved a beauty laden Spring Over the misty bosom of frozen Winter As rosy moon in his violet car Rises slowly on dark and pensive firmament; Poor night With her brooding and sober mates Once flies and flies far away.
