I looked for Thee alone, but met my glance
The iron dreadful Four who rule our breath,
Masters of falsehood, Kings of ignorance,
High sovereign Lords of suffering and death.
Whence came these formidable autarchies,
From what inconscient blind Infinity, –
Cold propagandists of a million lies,
Dictators of a world of agony?
Or was it Thou who bor’st the fourfold mask?
Enveloping Thy timeless heart in Time,
Thou has bound the spirit to its cosmic task,
To find Thee veiled in this tremendous mime.
Thou, only Thou, canst raise the invisible siege,
O Light, O deathless Joy, O rapturous Peace!
By: Sri Aurobindo
Reference: # 94 in “Les poèmes de Sri Aurobindo” (bilingual edition)
also in “More Poems” – 61
all published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram – Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA