Let Us Go to Parthi

Let us go where children are singing
And the mountains are echoing back,
Where the breeze of ecstasy
Is anxious to soothe and cure,
Where the Mansion of Peace and Love
Is towering majestic and high,
Where on glistening peak of grandeur
His flag does flutter in the blue.

Let us go where prayers are winging
Through sorrow, sigh, and groan
To the feet of the Gracious Lord;
Where the charm of heaven is springing
O’er miles of flowery glade;
Where the wind, heavy with incense,
Lies dozing beneath the trees
And the path, through bush and briar,
Leads all to the gate of His glory.

Let us go where hearts are clinging
In tender bonds of deepest love;
Where soft the word, sweet the smile
And broad the way that leads to Him;
Where the Eden air is ringing
With the music of many a land
And the roar of turbulent waters
Is stilled in turbines of might and light.

Let us go with thousands, bringing
Damaged hearts for rightening;
Where raging waves are tranquil
And the tongues of flame are cool;
Where chains fall off the pilgrim feet
And sordid heights are made smooth.

~Taraka

Source: Sanathana Sarathi, Nov. 1971