Himself inscrutable to anyone,
Himself by Himself filling everywhere,
Himself as the Spaces Vast
That imagination defieth,
As the Ambrosia that cloyeth not,
As the Radiant Lamp Effulgent -
Thus were Thou within,
Unknown to me.
My Lord! Will Thou not in future at least
Think of granting me
The state of Grace to attain Thee?
