God of light sleeping in a mystery-flame,
Gold of love drawn into an inward rapture,
All heaven folded in a sapphire repose,
Trance ineffable of a splendoured silence...
His the eagle-poise of superconscient peace,
His the calm of a wide englobing halo...
Lord of the creative, the conquering force,
Smile of the Supreme and the winning strength,
Blaze noon-intense of the godhead’s brilliant triumph...
His the penance claiming divinity for man,
His the destiny’s labour with earth’s heavy load,
His the will bringing to soul the Oversoul...
A brow of gleaming vision’s mystic expanse,
Breast a diamond-cup of infinity’s bliss,
Sun-feet strolling on eternity’s luminous roads,
Only a blue-gold Elysian hue of the High...
A Truth-resplendence in tranquil lotus-name,
King and Poet of the supramental Word!
RY Deshpande
12 September 1956