A sunset sadness lingers in the glow

And whispers to the heart: the Day must die,

Its light upon some alien shore to flow.

So too when Thy Light, O Lord, withdraws from sight,

When Thy Face is veiled by the clamour of the world

And we bow our heads in sorrow-bodies curled

As once long ago in the ancient womb of Night.

Yet with the night the Moon Goddess prevails,

Reflecting Thy Light-too bright for human eyes-

Thy Supramental Sun that never fails

Draws nearer to earth from out Thy radiant skies.

In the depths of the Silence, in the heart of the Eternal's Peace

Thy Golden Splendour lives with the soul's release.