The Divine Mandate. Poem by Subrata Ray

Secretly with care,
Bear the boon of spiritual treasure,
In the inner most chamber of your heart,
And remain conscious and alert,
So that you never remain apart,
From that tranquil image of peace,
In your mundane life the impossible bliss.

Your long preservation of purity,
Your aching widow cry,
Your stern austerity in the silence of retreat,
Your complete self submission to His will,
Have brought you the grace.

Be Love, and spread love,
As the leaves and roots of banyan tree,
Go abreast dauntless and free,
And with the bestowed sword of knowledge,
Cut off the shackles of bondage of your neighbors,
Awake and inspire, move and impel.
Your Lord’s mandate is with you,
And the mandate itself would do.
You the beloved servant have nothing but serve.