My soul open thy eyes,
Watch the long-expected birth,
Of the marvellous bloom of tomorrow,
Concealed from the vulgar inquisitive sight,
Almost invisible in the shadow of austere trees
Old as the mountains and self assured of their immunity
Watch it open silently petal by petal
Unsuspected in a neglected corner of thy freehold.
Stanger, little understood, disdained by the wise,
Unwelcome,mocked and disowned by the crowd
The gentle humble Guest can hardly lift her head
With the mortal weight of the past on her breast,
the victorious yesterday lives on gloriously for a while,
Trembling inside now certain of its death
My soul do not be duped by the faintness of the early glow
It brings in its wake the ocean-swelll of liquid gold,
The end of a perpetual night, the sun that does not set anymore
And the unveiled blissful presence of the beloved Mother Divine
Open wide thy doors to that stange distant Light
And nourish with the white purity of inner fire
The wonder-bud of splendour in the mire of earth
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Niranjan 2004
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