In the endless sky, the great ascetic,
The Great Time remains awake
He whom nobody has known as yet,
He who has nowhere manifested himself,
For that unconceivable advent
beyond imagination
The Great Time remains awake.
The novel song that never before on earth
Has been heard anywhere,
Its praise is being repeated in the realm of Mystery
Through unhurt vibrations.25
The barrage will overflow in the heavenly City,
Ever new melodies will come surging,
The old rampart of the deaf epoch
Will be carried away.
He whose identity is remembered by none,
25 anahata rava [dhvani]
He whose name has never been heard,
Unknowing Him, the entire world
Awaits on the path to glimpse Him.
In the untasted before liquor of his Truth
The heart shall start with an unaccustomed caress,
Dead and dank all material sheath
Will vanish instantly,
With that hope, down the ages
The Great Time remains awake.
[ Senjuti, "Lamp for the Evening rites", 1936]