Hindi

Above the spirit cased in mortal sense Are superconscious realms of heavenly peace, Below, the Inconscient's sullen dim abyss, Between, behind our life, the deathless Rose.

A new beginning flowers in word and laugh, A new charm brings back the old extreme delight: He is lost in her, she is his heaven here. Truth smiled upon the gracious golden game.

Here the mind's wisdom stopped; it felt complete; For nothing more was left to think or know: In a spiritual zero it sat throned And took its vast silence for the Ineffable.

In a sublimer and more daring soar To the wide summit of the triple stairs Bare steps climbed up like flaming rocks of gold Burning their way to a pure absolute sky.

Above stood ranked a subtle archangel race With larger lids and looks that searched the unseen.

A term was set for every eager Power Restraining its will to monopolise the world, A groove of bronze prescribed for force and act And shown to each moment its appointed place

Archmasons of the eternal Thaumaturge, Moulders and measurers of fragmented Space, They have made their plan of the concealed and known A dwelling-house for the invisible king.

The mighty wardens of the ascending stair Who intercede with the all-creating Word, There waited for the pilgrim heaven-bound soul; Holding the thousand keys of the Beyond

All things are real that here are only dreams, In our unknown depths sleeps their reserve of truth, On our unreached heights they reign and come to us In thought and muse trailing their robes of light.