O pall of black Night painted with thy gold stars,

Hang, hang thy folds close, closer upon earth’s bars,

O dim Night!

Then sleep shall come parting the unseen

Gates and, far guarded by a screen

Of strange Light,

Free, safe, my soul charioted in a swift dream

From earth escape stepping into the unknown Gleam

The Ray white.

 

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ИСТОЧНИК: Sri Aurobindo to Dilip: [Letters].- In 4 volumes.- Volume 2. 1934-1935