Mind would appraise and plumb the deep,
But has no liquid eyes
That will equp him for the enterprise.
He dives in his high courage, crying:
“All msut yield to my keen
Swift piercing gaze,” and yet there supervene
Strange blurs and eddies he could not
Anticipate nor surmise.
He stands in awe: whence did such gloom arise!
Rings out from the depths a vibrant voice:
“The gloom is liquid light
And thus to solid eues seems inky night.”
Helpless he wails: “My real eyes
Are blinded by the glooms!”
Lo, on dark’s stem the lone Pearl-flower booms!
by Dilip Kumar Roy
From Sri Krishnaprem