He who remembers me at his body's hour And speaks my name with his last failing breath, Him will I guide and on his soul will shower Munificence releasing him from death.
He shall fear not and pass through shadow-realms Accompanied by ever-growing light. The presentiment of darkness that overwhelms The new-released that soar from earthly sight
Shall touch him not, my guardians by his side, Till he secures his resting place in me Preparing for the advent of the bride And the coming supramental dynasty.
Those I have called who heard my clarions And worship me my daughters are and sons.
Poems Undated (1727)
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