Nor does it seek to look upon itself;

Why should it? It sees itself in others.

Thou art my eyes! Thou and Thou alone;

For every living temple shrines Thy face.

Like to the playing of a little child

Is every attitude of mine toward Thee.

Even, at times, I dare be angered with Thee; Even, at times, I'd wander far away: -

Yet there, in greyest gloom of darkest night, Yet there, with speechless mouth and tearful eyes, Thou standest fronting me, and Thy sweet Face Stoops down with loving look on face of mine. Then, instantly, I turn me back to Thee,

And at Thy feet I fall on bended knees.

I crave no pardon at Thy gentle hands,

For Thou art never angry with Thy son.

Who else with all my foolish freaks would bear?

Thou art my Master! Thou my soul's real mate.

Many a time I see Thee - I am Thee!

Ay, I am Thee, and Thou, my Lord, art me!

Thou art within my speech. Within my throat

Art Thou, as Vinpni, (Goddess of learning) learned, wise. On the flow of Thy current and its force

Humanity is carried as Thou wilt.

The thunder of Thy Voice is borne upon the boom Of crashing waves, of over-leaping seas;

The sun and moon give utterance to Thy Voice; Thy conversation, in the gentle breeze

Makes itself heard in truth, in very truth,

True! True! And yet, the while, these gross precepts Give not the message of the Higher Truth

Known to the knower!

Lo! The sun, the moon,

The moving planets and the shining stars,

Spheres of abode by myriads in the skies,

The comet swift, the glimmering lightning-flash, The firmament, expanded, infinite -

These all, observant watchful eyes behold,

Anger, desire, greed, Moha, (delusion) and the rest (Such as pride and malice,

the sixfold evil), Whence issues forth the waving of the play

Of this existence; the home wherein dwells

Knowledge, and non-knowledge - whose centre is

The feeling of small self, the "Aham!" "Aham!"