A poem by Sri Aurobindo
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.
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)
How to read the color-coded changes below? 1. SABCL version : lines with any changes & specific changes 2. CWSA version : lines with any changes & specific changes
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]”.
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