These red berries of devotion
Mark the sweet names of God
And in touching them I pluck the fruit of paradise.
These red berries of devotion
Are clusters of my soul's delight
Gathered on a branch of the Real Tree, Whose Roots
I cannot fathom.
Sacred as the flute of Krishna's atmosphere
A treasure most sublime,
I praise these sparkling young red berries of devotion.

Rayarama Das Brahmacary

(Raymond Marais)