O happy, happy, happy Rama

O happy, happy, happy Rama!
Serene and peaceful, tranquil, calm.

My joy can nothing, nothing mar,
My course can nothing, nothing bar.

My livery wear gods, men and birds.
My bliss supreme transcendeth words.

Here, there, and everywhere;
There, where no more a “Where?

“Now, ever, anon and then;
Then, when’s no more a “When?

“This, that and which and what;
That, that’s above “What?

“First, last and mid and high
The One beyond a “Why?

“One, five and hundred, All,
Transcending number, one and all.

The subject, object, knowledge, sight;
E’en that description is not right.

Was, is, and e’er shall be,
Confounder of the verb “to be.

“The sweetest Self, the truest Me.
No Me, no Thee, no He