The Great Hearted

Who day and night are from all passion free, —
Within their holy hearts I love to be,
Dwelling in sanctity.

Hearts of a fervent faith to them belong,
Where Dharma reigns; in them that power is strong
That knows or right or wrong.

They bathe in Wisdom; then their hunger stay
With Perfectness; lo, all in green array,
The leaves of Peace are they.

Buds of Attainment these; columns they are
In Valour's hall: of joy fetched from afar
Each a full water-jar.

So dear the path of bhakti, they despise
The great Release; e'en in their sport there lies
The Wisdom of the wise.

With pearls of Peace their limbs they beautify;
Within their minds as in a scabbard I,
The All-indweller, lie.

Therefore their love waxes unceasingly, —
These greatsouled ones; not the least rift can be
Between their hearts and me.