3. The earth is adorned with wealth and corn full indeed is Thy storehouse. O Great Lord! Innumerable are the stars which sing, "Well done, Lord! well done!" They sing without ceasing.

KALI, THE MOTHER OF THE UNIVERSE

1. In the midst of the dense darkness, O Mother, breaketh forth the light of Thy formless beauty.
For this the Yogi meditateth in the mountain cave.

2. In the lap of darkness infinite and borne on the sea of great Nirvana,
The fragrance of peace everlasting floweth without ceasing.

3. O Mother! who art Thou, seated alone within the Temple of , assuming the form of the Great Consort of the Lord of Eternity,

and wearing the apparel of darkness?
The lotus of Thy feet keepeth us from fear; in them doth flash the lightning of Thy love for Thy children;
And loud laughter adorneth Thy spiritual face.

Doctor (to Vivekananda): It is dangerous for Him--this singing. It will work upon His feelings with serious results.

Sri Ramakrishna (to Vivekananda): What does the doctor say?

Vivekananda: Sir, the doctor is afraid lest this singing bring on ecstasy (Bhava-Samadhi).

Sri Ramakrishna (to the doctor, with folded hands): No, oh no; why should my feelings be worked upon? I am very well.

But as soon as these words were uttered, the Bhagavan, who was already losing sense-consciousness, went into deep Samadhi. His body became motionless. The eyes moved not. He sat speechless like a veritable figure of wood or stone. All sense-consciousness had ceased to be. The mind, the principle of personal identity, the heart, had all stepped out of their wonted course towards that One Object, the Mother of the Universe.

Again did Vivekananda pour forth with his sweet, charming voice melody after melody. He sang:

THE LORD, MY HUSBAND

1. How glorious is the beauty! How charming is the face! The Lord of my heart hath come to my (humble) abode.

2. Lo! the spring of my love is running over (with joy)!

3. O Lord of my soul! Thou who art pure love, what riches can I offer to Thee? O, accept my heart, my life, my all. Yes, Lord, my all deign to accept!

NOTHING GOOD OR BEAUTIFUL WITHOUT THE LORD

1. What comfort can there be in life, O gracious Lord!
If the bee of soul doth not always linger on Thy lotus-feet!

2. What use can there be in countless wealth,
If Thou, the most precious gem, art not kept with care!

3. The tender face of the child I will not look upon,
If in that face, lovely as the moon, I see not Thy loving face!

4. How beautiful the moonlight! Yet I see darkness alone, if at moonrise the moon of Thy love doth not also rise in my soul.

5. Even the pure love of the chaste wife will seem impure, if the gold of her love he not set with the gem of Thy love Divine.

6. Lord, like the sting of a poisonous snake is doubt of Thee, the offspring of ignorance.