The Mystery Lyrics

Men call the Banyan, its boughs beneath

Its roots above

The ever holy tree, yea

New growths upspringing to that happier sky

Which they who reach have no day to die

Nor fade, nor fall, to Him, Who made the mystery

Silver sprays leap to life at the kiss of sun and air

For its leaves are green: the Truth is whispered there

New growths upspringing to that happier sky

Which they who reach have no day to die

Nor fade, nor fall, to Him, Who made the mystery

No longer at the mercy of what breeze

Of summer pleasure stirs the sleeping trees

What tempest tears them, bough and stem

To the eternal world pass such as them

Another sun gleams there! Another moon

Another Light, not Dusk, Dawn, nor Noon

Those who have the eyes to see

Enlightened, they perceive

They fall, themselves, to Him; who made the Mystery

Men call the Banyan, its boughs beneath

Its roots above

The ever holy tree, yea

New growths upspringing to that happier sky

Which they who reach have no day to die

Nor fade, nor fall, to Him, Who made the mystery

Nor fade, nor fall, to Him, Who made the mystery