Savitri

Happy are men anchored on fixed belief

In this uncertain and ambiguous world,

Or who have planted in the heart’s rich soil

One small grain of spiritual certitude.

Happiest who stand on faith as on a rock.

But I must pass leaving the ended search,

Truth’s rounded outcome firm, immutable

And this harmonic building of world-fact,

This ordered knowledge of apparent things.

Here I can stay not, for I seek my soul.

(Savitri, Book 7 Canto 3)