Sri Aurobindo lift from me this pain, Its knife of infamy cutting through my soul A rapid thrust and all comes back again, Her falsehood, treachery, deceit and all.
The days and hours I lived with her unknowing The darkened path she took that brings such grief, A sorrow as when winter winnowing The final flower the last remaining leaf.
Will I as man be able to overcome The treachery and the abuse of love That has settled in my heart as in its home By some greater dispensation from above?
Or is all lost and I am fortune's fool Having loved in vain and now dark Nature's tool?
Poems Undated (1727)
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