The Bliss of Brahman

A poem by Sri Aurobindo


The Bliss of Brahman

I have become a foam-white sea of bliss,
    I am a curling wave of God's delight,
    A shapeless flow of happy passionate light,
A whirlpool of the streams of Paradise.

I am a cup of His felicities,
    A thunderblast of His golden ecstasy's might,
    A fire of joy upon creation's height,
I am His rapture's wonderful abyss.

I am drunken with the glory of the Lord,
    I am vanquished by the beauty of the Unborn;
        I have looked, alive, upon the Eternal's face.
My mind is cloven by His radiant sword,
    My heart by His beatific touch is torn;
        My life is a meteor-dust of His flaming Grace.

The Bliss of Brahman

I am swallowed in a foam-white sea of bliss,
    I am a curving wave of God's delight,
    A shapeless flow of happy passionate light,
A whirlpool of the streams of Paradise.
I am a cup of His felicities,
    A thunderblast of His golden ecstasy's might,
    A fire of joy upon creation's height;
I am His rapture's wonderful abyss.

I am drunken with the glory of the Lord,
    I am vanquished by the beauty of the Unborn;
        I have looked alive on the Eternal's face.
My mind is cloven by His radiant sword,
    My heart by His beatific touch is torn,
        My life is a meteor-dust of His flaming Grace.



Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1934-1947)   




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NOTES FROM EDITOR

29 September 1939, revised 21 October. Five handwritten manuscripts; the first has the epigraph: “He who has found the bliss of Brahman, has no fear from any quarter. / Upanishad [Taittiriya Upanishad 2.4]”.