Hindi

Life stared at him with vague confused outlines Offering a picture the eyes could not keep, A story that was yet not written there.

There Matter is soul's result and not its cause. In a contrary balance to earth's truth of things The gross weighs less, the subtle counts for more; On inner values hangs the outer plan.

Whether for Heaven or Hell they must wage war: Warriors of Good, they serve a shining cause Or are Evil's soldiers in the pay of Sin.

She finds again the Presence in the form And in the light that wakes with him recovers A meaning in the hurry and trudge of Time, And through this mind that once obscured the soul Passes a glint of unseen deity.

It is near to heavenlier heavens than earth's eyes see, A direr darkness than man's life can bear: It has kinship with the demon and the god.

She stands on a shore in the Illimitable, Perceives the formless Dweller in all forms And feels around her infinity's embrace.

The Children of the unembodied Gleam Arisen from a formless thought in the soul And chased by an imperishable desire, Traversed the field of the pursuing gaze.

And when that greater Self comes sea-like down To fill this image of our transience, All shall be captured by delight, transformed

A mystic passion from the wells of God Flows through the guarded spaces of the soul; A force that helps supports the suffering earth, An unseen nearness and a hidden joy.