A Hymn to the Divinity of Shri Ramakrishna

(*Rendered from Bengali* )▶

We salute Thee! Lord! Adored of the world, Samsâra's bondage breaker, taintless Thou, Embodiment of blessed qualities, Thou transcendest all Gunas: human form Thus bearest. Thee we salute and adore!▶

Refuge of mind and speech, Thou art beyond The reach of either. Radiance art Thou In all radiance that is. The heart's cave Is by Thy visitance resplendent made. Verily Thou art that which dispelleth The densest darkness of Tamas in man.▶

Lo! In variety of melody Forth-breaking in fine harmony most sweet, Hymns of Thy devotees, accompanied By Mridanga (A kind of drum) playing with music's grace, Fill the air, in evening worship to Thee.▶

One glancing vision at Thine eyes divine Cleared by the collyrium of Jnâna Defies delusion. O thou blotter-out Of all the taints of sin, Intelligence Pure, unmingled is Thy form. Of the world Thou art embellisher. Self-luminous Art Thou. O Ocean of feeling sublime, And of Love Divine, O God-maddened One, Devotees win Thy blessed feet and cross Safely the swelling sea of Samsara.▶

O Lord of the world, though Thy Yoga power Thou shinest as the Incarnation clear Of this our time. O thou of strict restraint, Only through Thine unstinted grace we see The mind in Samâdhi completely merged; Mercy Incarnate! austere are Thy deeds.▶

Thou dealest to the evil of Misery Destruction. Kali's (Of the Iron Age) binding cords Are cut by Thee asunder. Thine own life Thou gavest freely, O sweet Sacrifice, O best of men! O Saviour of the world!▶

Devoid wert Thou of the idea of sex, Thought of possession charmed Thee not. To Thee Obnoxious was all pleasure. Give to us, O greatest among Tyâgis, (Renouncers) love intense Unto Thy sacred feet; give, we implore!▶

Fearless art Thou, and past all gloom of doubt; Thy mind is wrapt in its own firm resolve; Thy lovers, whose devotion mounts above The realm of reason, who renounce the pride Of caste and parentage, of name and fame — Their safe refuge art Thou alone, O Lord!▶

My one true treasure is Thy blessed feet, Reaching which the whole universe itself Seems like a puddle in the hollow made By hoof of passing cow. O offering To Love! O Seer of equality In all! O verily, in Thee the pain And evil of this mortal world escapes, And vanishes, O cherished One.▶