Such is the likeness of the Yogi’s mind

Steadfast a lamp burns sheltered from the wind;

Such is the likeness of the Yogi’s mind

Shut from sense-storms and burning bright to Heaven.

When mind broods placid, soothed with holy wont;

When Self contemplates self, and in itself Hath comfort; when it knows the nameless joy

Beyond all scope of sense, revealed to soul—

Only to soul! and, knowing, wavers not, True to the farther Truth; when, holding this, It

deems no other treasure comparable, But, harboured there, cannot be stirred or shook By

any gravest grief, call that state “peace,” That happy severance Yoga; call that man The

perfect Yogin!


Article Source : UNODC