On this Golden Jubilee Day

This day, just fifty years ago,
What did it to the world portend?
Who marked it when one slender youth
From out his home slipped? Did it send

A ripple through the Cosmic Mind
Of joy that once again a man
Was formed who knew his destiny,
And would fulfil his Self-Lord’s plan?

The slender youth, who trudged on foot,
For lack of fares, towards his goal,
Kept straight, nor looked to right nor left
Until the happy day His Soul,

His Self, dissolved his mind’s mirage
And spread in all-pervadingness
Throughout the world of forms,
Absorbing them. How then, address

Him from this world of forms? There is,
He says, but one and only way:
“Seek ME, thy SELF, within the depths
Of thine own heart.” And so, one day,

He promise makes, that by His Grace,
If effort is made and will is used
To focus mind on Self alone,
Our minds will sink and vanish, fused

With Him, and me, and selves of all.
Thus on this Jubilee of His
We thank Bhagavan, our Lord, our Self,
The only “I” we know that IS.

We thank Him, and are fain to wish
His form may long with us remain,
Although we know He is within,
The Lord of all, Immortal, One.