O Mother make me mad with Thy Love

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Salutations to Thakur, Guru, and Ma ! The Swing Festival is being celebrated in

the garden house of a marvari devotee on the bank of the river Shalikha. There,

too, plenty of electric bulbs are shedding their light illuminating the sky

above. It is Thursday, the 14th of August 1924, the 29th of Shravana, 1331

Bengali Year, the full moon day of the eclipse.The bhaktas with M. sing-- O

Mother, the embodiment of Brahman, make me mad with Thy love. What need have

I of knowledge or reason ? Make me drunk with the wine of Thy love. O Mother,

Thou stealest the hearts of Thy bhaktas ! Drown me in the sea of Thy love. In

Thine mad-house of the world some laugh, some weep, some dance full of joy.

Jesus, Moses, Sri Chaitanya, O Mother, are all dead-drunk with Thy love.

When, O Mother, shall I be blessed by being in their company ? It's the fair

of the mad in heavens, the Guru and the disciple both the inebriated . Who

can understand this play of love ? Thou art mad with love, nay, Thou art the

head of the mad ones. O Mother, make me rich with the wealth of love Premadasa

is so poor in love. Satchitananda Kathy (M.-THE APOSTLE AND EVANGELIST.

Vol. VIII., P. 237-8)