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 this 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
Has built this life into a piece of

— Nolini Kanta Gupta

Translated from the Bengali of Chinmoy