These sudden moods that on the spirit steal Are islands in a sea of turbulence, But lacking calm, bereft of unity We fall or fail as one whose innocence Was lost upon the waves of his desire. Caught in a limbo from which we cannot move, The mind a spinning-wheel of random thoughts, Remembering the briefness of a love That open up a passage in the heart Where lay the sleeping soul whose song once still Arose like morning ragas the faithful chant In foreign lands to wake the inner will That labours to attain and shall endure To understand the meaning of this birth And life's travail beneath the silent stars, The consciousness and destiny of earth. We must await the pure enlightening ray. All we once were and in this house of breath Shall yet become is written and decreed, There is no end, no terminus of death, The soul that bears shall know one day the light, Free from the servile bondage of the night.
Poems Undated (1727)
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