English poem
On thy Lotus-seat of Night,—...
On thy Lotus-seat of Night,— Meditation closing thy eyes,— The Star Hosts thy awe-struck devotees: The Moon, thy halo unchanging. White-robed time telling his beads Of aeons on the thread of Eternity By the ocean of space Slumbering in peace at thy feet; While Destiny stringing the lyre of death Sings Nirvana's hymn.