Let the fortune of leading this existence
like ceaseless blessings
Caress your forehead
Like a gift of the light without beginning :
In ever new awakenings from dawn to dawn
Within the mortal span of this life.
Let the thick veil of obscurity
At the gateway of immortal sphere
Drop like a sleep-wrapped night.
O Savitur31, reveal now
The most benevolent of your faces,
Let me - in that advent divine -
Contemplate mine own soul far beyond death.
[ janmadine, "On my Birthday", No. 23, 1941]