Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,
And dotes the more upon a heart at ease;
She is a Gipsey,—will not speak to those
Who have not learnt to be content without her;
A Jilt, whose ear was never whisper’d close,
Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her;
A very Gipsey is she, Nilus-born,
Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar;
Ye love-sick Bards! repay her scorn for scorn;
Ye Artists lovelorn! madmen that ye are!
Make your best bow to her and bid adieu,
Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.
The hall of fame
Is at times followed by
The hall of shame.
– Sri Chinmoy
My fame is not lasting.
Even the experience of fame
Is not lasting.
But the Compassion
Of my Beloved Supreme
In and through my fame
Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 52 by Sri Chinmoy
Power, name and fame
Love, oneness and fulness
Destination: Heaven’s smile-blossoms.
Excerpt from Power And Love by Sri Chinmoy