Rani-di,
Your earth-departureHas given me heart-pang-throb-sobs
Uncontrollable.```
Alas,
Flickering is the heart-flameOf a human being.
```My life shall breathe
In your unhorizonedAffection-sky.
```Rani-di,
Happily and proudlyYou became part and parcel
Of my world-improvement-progress-dream.```
Your aspiration
Gave me lightning-inspirationIn my mind-sky.
```Yesterday-today-tomorrow —
My recollectionsOf your affection-compassion-life.
```Rani-di,
Somewhere insideYour soul's fulness-smile
Lives my real God.```
Yours was the affection
As beautiful as star-light.```
Yours was the compassion
As sweet as nectar-delight.```
Rani-di,
Immeasurable was your inner helpIn my worldwide
God-manifestation-service.```
For me to come to America,
First you became your soul'sFulness-approval,
Then you became your heart'sMountain-aspiration.
```Rani-di,
You do not want my heart to look backAt your compassion-affection-flooded
Life-breath.But I shall fail, always fail to obey you!
```When I say to you
How I wish I too could be on my way,You become your thunder-objection:
'Absurd!'```
Your constant self-giving
Opened for me,For my heart,
New God-receptivity-doors.```
Your soul-poise
And your heart-confidence in meShall remain inseparably
Unfathomable.```
Rani-di,
You are telling me that my lifeMust not look at your heart:
I must look forwardAnd look at your soul.
```When I think of you,
I immediately becomeMy mind's concentration-volcano.
```When I think of you,
I immediately becomeMy heart's meditation-silence.
```When I think of you,
I immediately becomeMy life's service-tree.
```When I think of you,
I immediately becomeMy soul's illumination-sky.
```When I think of you,
I immediately receive fromGod The Satisfaction-Smile
Of His Heart.```
A wisdom-soul,
A compassion-heart,A sacrifice-life —
Earth's Lily,Heaven's Ghose.
Earth's Heaven-aspiration-flower,Heaven's God-Victory-announcer.
```Rani-di,
True, you feedMy vision-eye.
```I want you,
Rani-di,To feed my tears too.
```Rani-di,
From the soul's world,You make fun of my greatness.
```Rani-di,
From the soul's world,You are exceedingly proud of my goodness.
```Before, on earth,
You advised me.And now, from Heaven,
You are pushing and pulling me forwardConstantly.
```Rani-di,
On earth you usedTo pray to God
To mould my life divinely.```
In Heaven you are now
Praying to GodTo unfold my heart completely.
```You do not want my life
To remain a success-beggarAnymore.
```You want my life
To be the progress-EmperorEvermore.
```Rani-di,
You are telling me thatMy disciple-children have too many gods.
Therefore, they are going nowhere.```
Rani-di,
You are also telling me thatThey should have only one God:
My Heart.```
You are telling me that
The choice is mine:Either love the world
Or serve the worldOr even try to do both.
```You are telling me that
The choice is mine:Either for me to beckon the world
From AboveOr to awaken the world
From where I am now.```
You are telling me that
The choice is mine:Either I must try to feel oneness with
The world-imperfection-lifeOr I must stop criticising
And chastising the world.```
Rani-di,
Please tell me,Who are my true disciple-children?
```Madal,
Your true disciple-childrenAre those who look at you
With their hearts' streaming tearsAnd their eyes' beaming smiles.
```Rani-di,
Please tell me,Who are the false disciple-children?
```Madal,
Your false disciple-childrenAre those who look around you
With their notorious jealousy,Ferocious pride
And voracious curiosity.```
Rani-di,
Do you have anything specialTo tell me?
```Madal, yes, I do.
I shall come to see youWhenever I am supposed to.
You can come to meWhenever you miss me.
```Rani-di,
You are asking me to hopeFor my disciple-children,
For hope is nothing shortOf a sweet dream.
```You are asking me
Not to expect anything spectacularFrom my disciples' spiritual life,
For expectation quite often endsIn frustration,
And frustration quite often endsIn immediate destruction.
```Madal,
You will be able to makeOnly those disciples extraordinary
Who sincerely feelThat they are absolutely ordinary.
```Rani-di,
You know perfectly wellThat I am quite accustomed to boasting,
Specially in front of you.But alas,
Your disappearance from the world-sceneHas destroyed my literary ability.
In spite of having written 1,300 books in English,My pen, today, is so inadequate:
It will never be able to do justiceTo my heart's feelings about you.
```For Mantu and me,
Nothing can be as false as your departure:You are alive,
And you will always remain alive,With your affection boundless
For your Mantu and your Madal.As you are your eternal affection,
Even so, we are our eternal gratitude.```
Madhyam-da, Chitta-da,
Did not prepare us.He abruptly departed — eleven brief hours!
Therefore, I was overwhelmed with grief.Furious I became with his fate,
Even with his fate-Maker —An understatement.
You prepared us for three years —A long period.
Therefore, although your physical absenceIs unbearable,
It is understandable.```
There shall come a time
When Mantu and I shall follow you.We do know where you have gone.
We do know we shall find you.It is just a matter of time.
Time is keeping us separate,That is all.
```Chitta-da has gone.
You, too, have gone.For Mantu and me,
The outer world will never be the same.In the inner world,
Our entire family-bondShall remain unbreakable
And imperishable.```
Alas,
There was a timeWhen my arrival in America
Brought the saddest misfortuneFor our entire family.
Everybody in the family suffered,And you suffered the utmost.
Criticisms unfounded,Wild and unspeakable,
From India,Shattered your earthly frame.
Later, good fortune—worldwide recognitionOf your youngest brother —
Proved your Rani-di (Queen) name to be true.Fathomless became your pride in me.
```You came to America to visit me.
To my greatest sadness,American lifestyle you could not appreciate.
To my greatest joy,You dearly liked the lifestyle of
And you sincerely lovedMy hundreds of American children.
Needless to say,Your earth-departure has given them
A most devastating blow,Specially those who basked in the sunshine
Of your compassion, affection and love. ```Rani-di,
On my way to PondicherryTo visit my Tunda, your Mantu,
You are visiting meOn Air India flight 102.
You are your soul's sweetness-smile:'Madal, when the heart is duty,
The life becomes beauty,God's God-Beauty.'
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Rani-di, I do know where you live, Agni Press, 1999
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