Revered sir,
I'll go to no other master now.
Stay within yourself, O mind; go to no one else's house. Sit still, and whatever you want you'll have; search your own inner rooms. The supreme treasure is this touchstone; it can give you all you want. How many such jewels lie at the front door of the Wishing Gem!
Now this is my conclusion: there is no one to match Ramakrishna. That wondrous siddhi, that wondrous causeless dayā, that intense sympathy for souls in bondage: there is none of it anywhere else in this world. Either he was an Avatāra, as he himself used to say, or else he was what Vedānta-darśana calls a nitya-siddha mahāpuruṣa, one who, though mukta, takes on a body for the good of the world. Certainly, certainly, that is my conviction. And upāsanā of him is itself the path Patanjali speaks of: 'or by mahāpuruṣa-praṇidhāna.'
As long as he lived he never once turned down a prayer of mine. He forgave me a hundred thousand offences. My own father and mother never loved me so much. This is not poetry, it is not exaggeration; it is hard truth, and every one of his disciples knows it. In danger and in temptation I have wept myself out crying 'Lord, save me!', and no one answered. But this wondrous mahāpuruṣa, or Avatāra, or whatever he may be, knowing all my pain by virtue of his own antaryāmitva, called me of his own accord and by main force took every bit of it away. If the Ātman is imperishable, if he is still there, then again and again I pray: O boundless Treasure-house of dayā, O Ramakrishna Bhagavān, giver of my one śaraṇa, in your kṛpā fulfil every longing in the heart of this dear friend of mine, this best of men. May he, the one being in this world I have seen to be an ocean of causeless dayā, bring you every good. Śāntiḥ, Śāntiḥ, Śāntiḥ.
Your servant,
Narendra.