Service

In the morning when the golden flowers fall

And in the stillness of the afternoon

Or evening when You hear our silent call

Asking for that sole and priceless boon,

Our prayers with incense rise throughout the tree.

It seems as if the earth aspires here

And Truth's descent shall surely set us free

Bathed in the Samadhi's atmosphere.

This kingly trunk, these branches signify

Service first to God and then to race.

O come to us Transcendent One we cry

Nothing can we achieve without the Grace.

This world is a divinely chosen place,

The home of light in gold eternity.