|From the Emperium enquires a voice at dawn: how did|
You lose your essential quality of enquiry and understanding?
How was blunted your scalpel of research?
Why do you not rend open the hearts of stars?
You deserve to dominate and rule over all that is visible as well as esoteric.
Can a flame be the slave of dry sticks and grass?
Why are the sun, moon and stars not under your suzerainty?
Why don’t heavens shudder with a mere glance from you?
True! Even to-day blood courses
Through your veins, but your thoughts do not inspire
Nor is your thinking fearless. An eye which in its vision
Does not imbibe pure virtue is capable of seeing, no doubt,
But is not all-seeing. Not a bit remains in you Of your clear reflection of conscience!
Alas! O you victim of imperialism, Of mullah-ism and mysticism!