The Sarathi
The Sarathi calls on every heart
Offering His equestrian art;
He will curb the fiery steeds
Of tongue, the eye, and ear;
He will overwhelm your wily foe
With His will, though He holds the whip.
He will teach you all the stratagems
To foil the furious fate;
He will warn and wake, alert, advise
And prompt, each movement from within!
When the fog of fear, the ego cloud,
The dust of ‘mine’, ‘my kith and kin’
Does clog the eye and smog the mind,
When pseudo-wisdom prattles on the tongue,
He cures, consoles, conferring courage, faith!
He sings the song that opens wide
The gates of light! He is the ancient Sarathi
Who leads all beings in the fray,
Seat Him on your heart,
Let Him lead you where He will
You sure can win the victory—
‘Tis your due, soon or late.
~Tarakadas
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, March 1969