Guest guest Posted January 16, 2008 Report Share Posted January 16, 2008 THE GOLDEN MASTER (The poem composed by the eminent poet Harindranath Chattopadhayaya in the Ashram Hall crowded with devotees on the night when death had claimed the body of Sri Ramana) Grief has grown silent with its own excess And will not weep lest it betray his trust Even in this dark hour of dire distress He lights the flame of knowledge through our dust. May he forgive our wavering faith, forgive The folly of our doubts whose eyes are dim How dare we move or breathe except through him? How could we live if he should cease to live? (Source: First issue of the Mountain Path, Jan.1964) prof laxmi narain (prof_narain) Source and courtesy: Sri Ramana Kendram, Hyderabad This article was published in Sri Ramana Jyothi, monthly magazine of the Kendram. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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