SONGS OF THE SOUL
And meet where Neptune’s home long lay,
So the heroic streams of life
Do plunge to meet in maddest strife
At Thy foaming mouth of sea,
Where sparkling lives do dance so free:
As insects lost in beauty’s game
All swiftly, thoughtless rush to flame,
So fog-born passion’s fires pretend
To glow like Heav’nly light of Thine,
And draw on mortals to attend
The trumpet call to deathly line.
Thy mouth ablaze
Doth bring to gaze
Its leaping tongues to lick
The angry blood of strong and weak,
Thou Gourmand God dost eat
With hunger Infinite;
O Vishnu, Thou dost scorch
The worlds with All-pervading fiery torch.
So the heroic streams of life
Do plunge to meet in maddest strife
At Thy foaming mouth of sea,
Where sparkling lives do dance so free:
As insects lost in beauty’s game
All swiftly, thoughtless rush to flame,
So fog-born passion’s fires pretend
To glow like Heav’nly light of Thine,
And draw on mortals to attend
The trumpet call to deathly line.
Thy mouth ablaze
Doth bring to gaze
Its leaping tongues to lick
The angry blood of strong and weak,
Thou Gourmand God dost eat
With hunger Infinite;
O Vishnu, Thou dost scorch
The worlds with All-pervading fiery torch.
Be pleased, O Prime of gods;
I ache to know Thee, Primeval Lord.
I ache to know Thee, Primeval Lord.
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