Oh Death, 

Take away this body if you please, I care not. 

I have enough 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 of 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 away the tears of a few weeping ones. 

The banyan 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, 
There I go , 
None can find me.


Swami Rama Tirtha
Poem found on
Swami Ram Tirtha's desk
Written just before leaving for his last morning bath in the Ganges
Taking Final Samadhi in 1906 at the age of 33 yrs.