Seeing yourself - at last – so beautiful:
cease, at last, that vision to deny!
What then, to see in your so glorious self?
What qualities shine out upon the world?
Loftiness of spirit; righteousness
of life; the purity of discipline;
majestic face of courage; gravity;
fearless, tranquil, passionless modesty—
and shining down forever on all this:
that glorious light in all things known and seen;
that watches even, its own watchfulness;
your self as all things, ever known to be.
And now you are Yourself: a blazing Sun;
glorious with the radiance that is One.
'Dr Tafka': French poetry counts syllables; English poetry measures by 'iambic pentameter' so-called, as employed by Shakespeare: which allows of 'feet' with one, two, or three syllables. The 'sonnet' allows of many variations of rhyme scheme these liberal days.. And when I paraphrase famous sources, I put rhyme second to faith to the original.. How's your own poetry going these days?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a beautiful reminder in this age of forgetfulness