Amrita

The Creator in His dreaming has created
   this immortal thing in creation,
Figuring as a common creature,
   forgetful of his Self:
A mystic reason makes Him hide
   His own form and nature,
Ever at labour in working out
   the Impossible:
To transfigure Nature, to establish the
Transcendent here on the bosom of
   material Earth,
To feed the divine sacrificial Fire
   with this human body,
With this bounded frame.

Lo, the timeless hero-worker
   with his flaming faith,
Indifferent to the rude impacts of Reality,
Dreaming the victorious Mother's
   wonder-dreams,
Shaping in his heart of hearts
   the golden garden of Paradise —
A faultless, sleepless, pure
   self-dedication
Has built this life into a piece of
   IMMORTALITY.