Hindi

A thinking being in an unthinking world, An island in the sea of the Unknown, He is a smallness trying to be great, An animal with some instincts of a god,

The Ideal must be Nature's common truth, The body illumined with the indwelling God, The heart and mind feel one with all that is, A conscious soul live in a conscious world.

THIS knowledge first he had of time-born men.

Always he follows in her force's wake. He sails through life and death and other life, He travels on through waking and through sleep.

He has crossed the limit of mortal thought and hope, He has reached the world's end and stares beyond;

A wanderer in a world his thoughts have made, He turns in a chiaroscuro of error and truth To find a wisdom that on high is his.

Our life is a paradox with God for key.

The Spirit, the innumerable One, He has left behind his lone eternity, He is an endless birth in endless Time, Her finite's multitude in an infinite Space.

This grand surrender is his free-will's gift, His pure transcendent force submits to hers.