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