Gold knowledge shames illusion where it preys
Dead counterfeit perspectives on the truth
Cast gray against truth’s beauty rare forsooth
Shadows of night to the lush of day
The sages in their sweet, sanguine pursuit
The scholars yearning for the quench of sun
The gurus in whom cosmic fires run
All in their quest the truth salute
Truth’s dawn refracts the visions hidden by
The barricades, bastilles and brigadiers
Who stealthy, quick encroach upon the sky
Hath visage of a god eclipse sun for years
Yet nature’s crown cast at long last her ray
Which inspire worship of the day