The Psychic Will (Click for RY Deshpande's & Sri Aurobindo's comments.)

Friend of the Self and yet self’s enemy!
Thyself the antagonist in the civil strife,
Two-faced God, courting mortality
To plant death’s terror in the breast of life.

He grieves who sees thy mask but not thy play:
Our will that shams the surge of clashing wills,
Our light, self-veiled reversing night and day,
Our saviour grace uplifting as it kills.

Now stirs my parts with thy integral force,
An impulse leaps down in the warring breast
Bearing the strength and joy of its high source.
Dark shapes go scurrying past the shining Guest.

My will now surges from its fountainhead,
All passions lie confounded, still and dead.