7. Lord, what more shall I say to Thee!
Thou art the priceless Jewel of my heart, the Abode of joy everlasting!

Vivekananda sang again:

THE ECSTATIC LOVE OF GOD

When shall Love Divine enter my heart!
Having all desires fulfilled, when shall I chant the Name of the Lord (Hari) while streams of love-tears flow from my eyes!
When shall my heart and soul be pure! O, when shall I go to the Vrindavan of love! When will the fetters of the world drop off, and the darkness of my eyes be dispelled by the collyrium of wisdom!
When shall the iron of my body be changed into gold by Thy touch Divine!
When shall I see the world pervaded by God alone, and prostrate myself in the path of Love Divine!
When shall my religious works and daily duties be a thing of the past! When shall my sense of caste and family be gone!
O, when shall I rise above fear, anxiety and shame!
When shall I be free from pride and social customs!
With the dust of the feet of true Bhaktas rubbed over my body;
With the script of renunciation placed on my shoulders, when shall I drink in both hands the water from the river of Love Divine!

Sri Ramakrishna had a special liking for this hymn from the Hindustani of Zaffir, the Sufi poet:

HYMN

Thou art the refuge and joy of my heart.
All that is Thou art, all in all Thou art;
Only in Thee have I found my Beloved,
All that is Thou art, all in all Thou art.

Thou art the dwelling of all Thy creatures.
Where Thou abidest not can there be one heart,
In each heart surely Thy Presence has entered;
All that is Thou art, all in all Thou art.

Either in men or angels triumphant, either in
Hindu or Mussulman Thou art!
Thy holy will has made everything like Thee;
All that is Thou art, all in all Thou art.

Whether Mohammedan temples or Hindu,
Perfectly pure has Thy touch made each part.
All heads before Thee have bowed in devotion;
All that is Thou art, all in all Thou art.

From the high heavens to earth spread before us,
From the vast earth to the heavens Thou art,
Wherever I look to my sight Thou appearest;
All that is Thou art, all in all Thou art.

Thinking and pondering I have seen clearly,
Searching I have found not another as Thou art;
Now in the mind of the poet has come that,
All that is Thou art, all in all Thou art.

In the midst of the songs Sri Ramakrishna had come to Himself again. The music was hushed. Then followed conversation with the Bhagavan,