The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
food for months and by the painful knee, he could
not swim up nor hold his own, especially as he got
into a whirl of waters there under the surface. It
was after some time that he rose to the surface, and
he was seen putting out a little struggle, but it was
soon over. His body floated down the river, as if he
died just as he struggled up to the surface by the
very exertion.
The paragraph in pencil when translated thus:
O Death! Take away this body if you please! I care not. I
have enough of bodies to use. I can wear those silver
threads, the beams of the moon, and I live. I can roam as
a divine minstrel putting on the guise hilly streams and
mountain brooks. I can dance in the waves of the sea. I
am the breeze that proudly walks and I am the wind
inebriated. All these shapes of mine are wandering
shapes of change. I came down from yonder hills, raised
the dead, awakened the sleeping, unveiled the fair faces
of some and wiped the tears of a few weeping ones. The
bulbul and the rose both I saw and I comforted them. I
touched this, I touched that, I doff my hat and off I am.
Here I go and there I go, none can find me.
I don't think now, as I thought then, that in this
paragraph he was forecasting in any sense his own
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