On the very day of my birth.
I had a tryst with destiny.
The stars were aligned perfectly,
Nature was joyous and in mirth.
So began an odyssey of prominence,
And through the years I searched in silence
For answers to things recondite,
Ever determined, my heart’s flight
To alveary of Universal Knowledge
Which is to be found at the very edge
Of all things ethereal and spiritual.
At Night I star-gazed the vast skies,
God’s Hand I saw with clear eyes-
Unchanging are His far-reaching Laws
That always compelled us to seek
His Ways to noble accomplishments
I acknowledge this perfection as I speak…
As yet no one can find any flaw
In Creation’s clockwork Machine.
My birth was not in Baldachin,
Nor in a porphyry-chamber,
Nor my nativity anywhere hallowed.
Later I then fell into deep slumber
Of forgetfulness-my spirit fallowed,
It was as if I had drunk from Lethe
Or perhaps swallowed a pill of Nepenthe…
A glimpse of the majesty of beauty
Inherent in every human spirit,
Flared up in my god-engendered heart, lit
By cosmic fire, universal harmony.