Go To That Impenetrable Realm

Go to that impenetrable realm That death himself trembles to look upon. There plays the fountain of love With swans sporting on its waters. There the company of holy men is available, And one may talk of spiritual knowledge. There one can mediate on Shyam And purify one's mind. There one may bind on The anklets of good-conduct, And dance the dance of inner contentment. There one may adopt a headpiece of gold And the sixteen kinds of adornment, Let there be love for Shyam And indifference to all else. [Translated by A.J. Alston]