Full of the dual sense of pleasure and of pain,

Teeming with birth and life, decay and death,

Whose arms are "The External" and "The Internal",

All things that are, down to the ocean's depths,

Up to sun, moon, and stars in spanless space -

The Mind, the Buddhi, Chitta, Ahamkr,

The Deva, Yaksha, man and demon, all,

The quadruped, the bird, the worm, all insect life,

The atom and its compound, all that is,

Animate and inanimate, all, all -

The Internal and the External - dwell

In that one common plane of existence!

This outward presentation is of order gross,

As hair on human brow, Ay! very gross.

On the spurs of the massive Mount Meru (The name of a fabulous mountain

round which the planed are said to revolve.) The everlasting snowy ranges lie,

Extending miles and miles beyond more miles.

Piercing through clouds into the sky above

Its peaks thrust up in hundreds, glorious,

Brilliantly glistening, countless, snowy-white:

Flash upon flash of vivid lightning fleet,

The sun, high in his northern solstice hung,

With force of thousand rays concentrating,

Pours down upon the mountain floods of heat,

Furious as a billion thunderbolts,

From peak to peak.

Behold! The radiant sun

Swoons, as it were, in each. Then melts

The massive mountain with its crested peaks! Down, down, it falls, with a horrific crash! Water with water lies commingled now, And all has passed like to a passing dream.

When all the many movements of the mind Are, by Thy grace, made one, and unified,

The light of that unfoldment is so great

That, in its splendour, it surpasses far

The brilliance of ten thousand rising suns.

Then, sooth, the sun of Chit (Knowledge) reveals itself. And melt away the sun and moon and stars, High heaven above, the nether worlds, and all! This universe seems but a tiny pool