be as it may, the truth is wrapped with a burlap bag;
be as it may, love is graced by a rough and holy rag.
maharaj was the king of infinite dispassion;
his fierce splendor resulted from naked vision.
his soul blazed with the adamantine blue of perfect sky;
his unclothed body and mind destroyed every opaque lie.
he threw the stone that made blood from merwan’s head flow;
he threw the vajra that made him his divine destiny know.
the world has no idea who the perfect master is;
words cannot describe infinite knowledge, power or bliss!
the world has never known a yogi as perfect and pure
as upasni maharaj. his name will forever endure!
be as it may, darvish is a sincere mumbling idiot
whose brilliant speech is nonetheless a perfect fit.
