WHEN… THEN…
WHEN
When the days of the jackals are numbered
And the laughing lions prowl the killing fields
When Ulaan Bator goes to Cabella
And Cabella comes to Ulaan Bator
And the galloping horse stands motionless
And the motionless horse is on the run
When dawn flows into the dusk
And dusk softens the rise of dawn
When all wealth is given up
To enjoy wealth untold and unseen before
When the room is left empty
For its vacuity to be filled by the Presence
When death comes in a scream
And rebirth unfolds in silence
THEN,
Aching will leave my joints
The cursing pains will drop from my limbs
Shivers no longer will agitate this heart
I shall raise my head
In the amplitude of free Iness
Anointed by the pouring Amrit
Under the smile of My Lady of Grace
I shall walk through the gate
Which brought me here
When the jackals were still howling