Matrimandir Gardens - Garden of Youth

I know a garden where the roses burn

And lilies catch the nectar of the sun,

Where hearts shall bloom and youthful feet shall turn

Toward the golden soil in joy to run

Where jasmines of the night and day impress

Upon the crystal air perfumed delight

And Nature in a multi-coloured dress

Grows radiant with pure celestial light.

Here God may roam as once He did before

And we shall work to fill His vast desire,

While in the cups of peonies a core

Of molten stamens holds the ancient fire;

Descending from Beauty's realm it slows to wait

On man's ascent to his diviner state.