The crystalline translucence of your thought Illumining the ancient mysteries, Your words like jeweled treasures finely wrought Recall the soul's forgotten ecstasies.
Behind this whirling sphere of molten fire I have caught within your voice eternal strains Of rapture as upon a spirit-lyre, A music healer of our earth-born pains
Is heard amid the violence and din Of this too-loud creation in the vast. O seat your presence firm and deep within, Absolve my vain transgressions of the past, Your calm that soothes the passion of my sea To happy waves upon a sun-washed shore, Instill that I may join the company Of those intrepid souls who would explore
The fire burning in the vaulted shrine And know its flaming brilliances as thine.
For Sri Aurobindo
Poems Undated (1727)
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