Dying to Live

Before my eyes my dead self lies;
O, bliss beyond compare!
Joy fills the worlds, and I rejoice,
The soul of all things there.

My selfish bonds are loosed, and now
I reach forth far and free.
Gone is the soil of birth and death,
The petty sense of "me."

Narayan's grace gave me this place,
Where I in faith abide.
Now, Tuka says, my task I've done
And spread the message wide.