In Memoriam of Our beloved Colleague Prabodh

Dear friend, far off, our lost desire, So far, so near in woe and weal;

O loved the most, when most we feel There is a lower and a higher;

Known and unknown; human, divine; Sweet human hand and lips and eye;

Strange friend, past, present, and to be; Loved deeplier, darklier understood;

Behold, we dream a dream of good, And mingle all the world with thee.