Essence.

When the heart is filled with Rama, every beat carries His name. The mind finds no room for sorrow, for joy itself takes the form of remembrance. To see with the eyes, to hear with the ears, to breathe each breath — all become sacred when infused with “Ram.”

Every moment is transformed: a whisper of the breeze feels like His touch, the silence of dawn becomes His song, and even the struggles of life seem softened when Rama is near. It is not just worship in temples; it is worship in the marketplace, in the home, in the very turning of day into night.

To say “Bas Ram hi Ram” is not escape from the world, but immersion into its essence. It is the realization that beneath all names, all forms, all times, there is only Rama — the eternal refuge, the unshaken peace.

Man me Ram,

Har kan me Ram,

Har kshan, har swas me Ram—

Bas Ram hi Ram.

Sookh aaye ya dukh ka samundar,

Har leher ka kinara Ram.

Andheron me jyoti ban kar,

Raste ka ujiyara Ram.

Naino ki jyoti,

Hriday ki shanti,

Jeevan ka saar hi Ram.

Shabd me geet,

Moun me pree  me,

Pran ka adhaar hi Ram.

Man me Ram,

Har kan me Ram,

Har kshan me Ram—

Bas Ram hi Ram.