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The Master Teaches Dispassion

 

The rich marwari merchant

offered rupees ten thousand,

as if to test your dispassion;

politely you refused, and in turn,

pointed towards the Mother.

 

The Mother, your first disciple,

shy but firm, reiterated:

" No sir, I can't touch a penny,

for it would mean the same thing -

The Master has accepted the money. "

 

You equated the glittering gold

with ordinary clods of earth,

threw them both in the Ganges

with equal ease,

O Yogi of equanimous poise.

 

The insignificant coin under the bed

made you recoil in pain,

you exemplified the scriptures

by your unique reaction

dispassion in thought, word and action.

 

Out of compassion for the world

You performed these sadhanas,

and showed us the blessed way;

O Gracious Sri Ramakrishna,

in your devotion let me stay.

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c s shah

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