O Dante Alghieri,
O poet of knowledge vast,
In the bosom of ceaseless time
‘The Divine Comedy’ must last.
Beatrice, the only fount
Of your inspiration-light.
The exile of fourteen years
Had failed to blight your might.
And bold and gold were you;
Politics high and stark,
Poetry matchless, free
In you alone we mark.
Excerpt from Philosopher-Thinkers: The Power-Towers Of The Mind And Poet-Seers: The Fragrance-Hours Of The Heart In The West
by Sri Chinmoy.