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Soon came the day when the sky grew pale and grey, and the
'Call of Return' had carried away all happy days, leaving behind
naught but grief and tears. And the voice within her broken heart
would resound each day and night and say:

Be not anxious, my Sharda,
On His service I must go,
Though parting is hard to bear,
but it's God who wants it so.

'I shall be no more', she said, and Lo! She was no more but
skin and bone. Her soul would weep aloud:
O Death, come take me by the hand...
Then lay me at Beloved's feet,
And with the dust', my form secrete,
there let me rest.

Then again and again, on Duty's plead she would toil from
morn till eve, caring for her 'Rubies Four', with only the shadow
of the moon to stand aside her pain.
Who could ever know how close she came to the Sanctuary
of that very God-Ideal, where only those can be, whose hearts are
shining with light?
She died in Paris in May, 1949, but the Inner Call of her
'Rosary of a Hundred Beads' shall live and live for evermore...

In deepest homage to 'Amma', my 'Graceful Mother'.

Hidayat Inayat-Khan

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