Classic Poem

Sleep calm and safe, my child, where, far beyond
All talk of form or formlessness,
Thy cradle has been swung within
The very lotus of the heart itself.
Mukta at hand calls to thee lovingly.

Praising advait , they give it names of Peace,
Calm resignation, freedom from
The body's chain. Thus, too, Vatesvar's son,
Changa, is stripped bare of desire
And Mukta calms him, showing wisdom's light.