Hindi

There are Two who are One and play in many worlds

All here where each thing seems its lonely self Are figures of the sole transcendent One: Only by him they are, his breath is their life; An unseen Presence moulds the oblivious clay.

The immortal sees not as we vainly see. He looks on hidden aspects and screened powers, He knows the law and natural line of things.

A deep surrender is their source of might, A still identity their way to know, Motionless is their action like a sleep.

A few shall see what none yet understands; God shall grow up while the wise men talk and sleep; For man shall not know the coming till its hour And belief shall be not till the work is done.

When darkness deepens strangling the earth's breast And man's corporeal mind is the only lamp, As a thief's in the night shall be the covert tread Of one who steps unseen into his house.

Along a path of aeons serpentine In the coiled blackness of her nescient course The Earth-Goddess toils across the sands of Time.

In this dense field where nothing is plain or sure, Our very being seems to us questionable, Our life a vague experiment, the soul A flickering light in a strange ignorant world,

Only sometimes a holier influence comes, A tide of mightier surgings bears our lives And a diviner Presence moves the soul;