You whose mind awakens
Endless generations
Why is your true face so unknown,
And unknowable?
As if you wished to conceal
Your form that you may reveal
That which flows from your soul
To ours, through the inconstancy
Of words, which bring forth
From changing times
Immortal truths, so that justice,
In secret, may prevail.
A balancing hand runs
Through civilisations.
Something mysterious
Ebbs and flows in the sea
Of lives. You show the grace
Of the sea in your hidden face;
But with your dreams
We all stand as one dreamer
In the tempest and the dust.
To know your work
Is not to guess your face;
To see your face is not
To imagine your work.
Your work is a world,
Your face a mask
Behind which the unknown
Master smiles.