In us is the thousandfold Spirit who is one,
An eternal thinker calm and great and wise,
A seer whose eye is an all-regarding sun,
A poet of the cosmic mysteries.
A critic Witness pieces everything
And binds the fragments in his brilliant sheaf;
A World-adventurer borne on Destinys wing
Gambles with death and triumph, joy and grief.
A king of greatness and a slave of love,
Host of the stars and guest in Natures inn,
A high spectator Spirit throned above,
A pawn of passion in the game divine,
One who has made in sport the suns and seas
Mirrors in our being his immense caprice.
Reference: # 106 in "Les poèmes de Sri
Aurobindo" (bilingual edition)
also in "Last Poems" - 22
and "Collected Poems" - 142
all published by Sri
Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA