O Krishna, Lord of Hindustan, I sorrowed by the lonely Jumna river bank, where Thy flute-notes thrilled the air and led the lost calves to their homes. O Lotus of Love, musing on the sad absence of Thy delusion-dispelling eyes, I saw Thine invisible Spirit take form, frozen by my devotion's frost.

Thy divine form of sky-blue rays, with feet of eternity, walked on the banks of my mind, planting lasting footprints of realization there. I am one of Thy lost calves which followed Thy flower-footprints on the shoals of time. Listening to the melody of Thy flute of wisdom, I am following the middle path of calm activity, by which Thou hast led many through the portals of the dark past into the light.

Since all of us are of Thy fold, whether moving, sidetracked, or held stationary by the fogs of disbelief, O Divine Christ-na, lead us back to Thy fold of everlasting freedom. O Krishna, Thou reignest on the heart-throne of each knower of Thy love.

From: Whispers from Eternity
A Book of Answered Prayers
1949 Edition

O Night! Thou art the locus of calm
For thee I’d sing many a song and psalm
Thou art where quietness lies
Thou art a place where there are no lies

O Nyx! Thou hast the ultimate reign
Over the dark domain
All of the gods rule in the day,
Yet only thou rulest when the light fades away

When thou reignest, the eye cannot see
Only minds are endowed with sight
Thou givest my mind the power to be
Capable of seeing the light

Thou inspirest me to have many a thought
Mostly thoughts that are sad
In the blinding darkness I sought
Refuge, and for that I am truly glad

I am glad that I found in the darkness of night
What I could not find in the light of day
A peace of mind that resolved my plights
A peace that came after a long delay