Canto 94Hail to the fallen
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
Pondicherry, c. 1927–1947
O ye Powers
O ye Powers of the Supreme and of the Mother, the Divine,
I have come to you initiate, a bearer of the sign.
5For I carry the Name in me that nothing can efface.
I have breathed in an illimitable spiritual Space
And my soul through the unfathomable stillnesses has heard
The god-voices of knowledge and the marvels of the Word.
It has listened to the secret that was hidden in the night
10Of the inconscient infinities first when by His might
He arose out of the caverns of the darkness self-enwrapped
And the nebulae were churned up like to foam-froth and were shaped
Till these millions of universes mystical upbuoyed
Were outsprinkled as if stardust on the Dragon of the Void.
15I was there then in the infinitesimal and obscure
As a seed soul in the fire seeds of the energies that endure.
I have learned now to what purpose I have loitered as His spark
In the midnight of earth Matter like a glow-worm in the dark
And my spirit was imprisoned in the muteness of a stone,
20A soul thoughtless and left voiceless and impuissant and alone.
Hail to the fallen
Hail to the fallen, the fearless! hail to the conquered, the noble!
I out of ancient India great and unhappy and deathless,
I in a loftiest nation though subject born, salute thee,
25Thou too great and unfortunate! All is not given by Nature
Only to Force and the strong and the violent. Courage and wisdom,
Steadfast will and the calm magnificent dream of thy spirit
Crown thee for ever, O Emperor! Fiercely by Destiny broken,
Cast from thy throne and defeated, forsaken, a wandering exile,
30Far from the hills of thy land and thy fallen and vanquished nation,
Yet has thy glory overtopped and the deathless pride of thy laurel
Conquered the conqueror’s, Haile Selassie, Lion of Judah.