I have returned to my body's home Amid the beauty of the land, its trees, Its rivers I have known that seem to roam Singing their clear and bubbling symphonies.
Certainly it has been home for years, But to my body not my striving soul For its chosen place, the Ashram, nears And I, awakened hear the welcome call.
I will live my life in joy in this great land Of saints and sages bringing light to men That they in suffering might understand Eternal life; the saints shall come again
Transformed and beautiful their form to see
Poems Undated (1727)
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