Thus Spake Gurudev

Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy
journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep to-night.
Ever and again I open my door
and look out on the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me. I wonder
where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
by what far edge of the frowning forest,
through what mazy depth of gloom art thou
threading thy course to come to me, my friend?


He whom I enclose with my name
is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around;
and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day
I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.
I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it
with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left
in this name; and for all the care I take
I lose sight of my true being.