By Amal Kiran
O Fire divine, make this great marvel pass,
That some pure image of your shadowless will
May float within my song’s enchanted glass!
Sweep over my breath of dream your mystic mood,
O Dragon-bird whose golden harmonies fill
With rays of rapture all infinitude! …
Or else by unexplorable magic rouse
The distance of a superhuman drowse,
A paradisal vast of love unknown,
That even through a nakedness of night
My heart may feel the puissance of your light,
The blinding lustre of a measureless sun!