My friends have resolved to bring out my old compositions in book form and have requested me to write an introduction to them. It is a matter of regret that I have lost the power which enabled me to write so many books that the readers still remember me. Of course, the power behind my composition was not mine, but of the Guru.
My former capacity by which I am still remembered is lost like the river Falgu and perhaps its current flows in the world and will revive in the next life.
I live in their memory alone.
Nirodbaran