The Rishi

A poem by Sri Aurobindo


The Rishi

King Manu in the former ages of the world, when the Arctic continent still subsisted, seeks knowledge from the Rishi of the Pole, who after long baffling him with conflicting side-lights of the knowledge, reveals to him what it chiefly concerns man to know.

MANU
Rishi who trance-held on the mountains old
    Art slumbering, void
Of sense or motion, for in the spirit's hold
    Of unalloyed
Immortal bliss thou dreamst protected! Deep
    Let my voice glide
Into thy dumb retreat and break thy sleep
    Abysmal. Hear!
The frozen snows that heap thy giant bed
    Ice-cold and clear,
The chill and desert heavens above thee spread
    Vast, austere,
Are not so sharp but that thy warm limbs brook
    Their bitter breath,
Are not so wide as thy immense outlook
    On life and death:
Their vacancy thy silent mind and bright
    Outmeasureth.
But ours are blindly active and thy light
    We have forgone.

RISHI
Who art thou, warrior armed gloriously
    Like the sun?
Thy gait is as an empire and thine eye
    Dominion.

MANU
King Manu, of the Aryan peoples lord,
    Greets thee, Sage.

RISHI
I know thee, King, earth to whose sleepless sword
    Was heritage.
The high Sun's distant glories gave thee forth
    On being's edge:
Where the slow skies of the auroral North
    Lead in the morn
And flaming dawns for ever on heaven's verge
    Wheel and turn,
Thundering remote the clamorous Arctic surge
    Saw thee born.
There 'twas thy lot these later Fates to build,
    This race of man
New-fashion. O watcher with the mountains wild,
    The icy plain,
Thee I too, asleep, have watched, both when the Pole
    Was brightening wan
And when like a wild beast the darkness stole
    Prowling and slow
Alarming with its silent march the soul.
    O King, I know
Thy purpose; for the vacant ages roll
    Since man below
Conversed with God in friendship. Thou, reborn
    For men perplexed,
Seekest in this dim aeon and forlorn
    With evils vexed
The vanished light. For like this Arctic land
    Death has annexed
To sleep, our being's summits cold and grand
    Where God abides,
Repel the tread of thought. I too, O King,


    In winds and tides
Have sought Him, and in armies thundering,
    And where Death strides
Over whole nations. Action, thought and peace
    Were questioned, sleep,
And waking, but I had no joy of these,
    Nor ponderings deep,
And pity was not sweet enough, nor good
    My will could keep.
Often I found Him for a moment, stood
    Astonished, then
It fell from me. I could not hold the bliss,
    The force for men,
My brothers. Beauty ceased my heart to please,
    Brightness in vain
Recalled the vision of the light that glows
    Suns behind:
I hated the rich fragrance of the rose;
    Weary and blind,
I tired of the suns and stars; then came
    With broken mind
To heal me of the rash devouring flame,
    The dull disease,
And sojourned with this mountain's summits bleak,
    These frozen seas.
King, the blind dazzling snows have made me meek,
    Cooled my unease.
Pride could not follow, nor the restless will
    Come and go;
My mind within grew holy, calm and still
    Like the snow.

MANU
O thou who wast with chariots formidable
    And with the bow!
Voiceless and white the cold unchanging hill,


    Has it then
A mightier presence, deeper mysteries
    Than human men?
The warm low hum of crowds, towns, villages,
    The sun and rain,
The village maidens to the water bound,
    The happy herds,
The fluting of the shepherd lads, the sound
    Myriad of birds,
Speak these not clearer to the heart, convey
    More subtle words?
Here is but great dumb night, an awful day
    Inert and dead.

RISHI
The many's voices fill the listening ear,
    Distract the head:
The One is silence; on the snows we hear
    Silence tread.

MANU
What hast thou garnered from the crags that lour,
    The icy field?

RISHI
O King, I spurned this body's death; a Power
    There was, concealed,
That raised me. Rescued from the pleasant bars
    Our longings build,
My winged soul went up above the stars
    Questing for God.

MANU
Oh, didst thou meet Him then? in what bright field
    Upon thy road?

RISHI
I asked the heavenly wanderers as they wheeled
    For His abode.

MANU
Could glorious Saturn and his rings of hue
    Direct thy flight?

RISHI
Sun could not tell, nor any planet knew
    Its source of light,
Nor could I glean that knowledge though I paced
    The world's beyond
And into outer nothingness have gazed.
    Time's narrow sound
I crossed, the termless flood where on the Snake
    One slumbers throned,
Attempted. But the ages from Him break
    Blindly and Space
Forgets its origin. Then I returned
    Where luminous blaze
Deathless and ageless in their ease unearned
    The ethereal race.

MANU
Did the gods tell thee? Has Varuna seen
    The high God's face?

RISHI
How shall they tell of Him who marvel at sin
    And smile at grief?

MANU
Did He not send His blissful Angels down
    For thy relief?

RISHI
The Angels know Him not, who fear His frown,
    Have fixed belief.

MANU
Is there no heaven of eternal light
    Where He is found?

RISHI
The heavens of the Three have beings bright
    Their portals round,
And I have journeyed to those regions blest,
    Those hills renowned.
In Vishnu's house where wide Love builds his nest,
    My feet have stood.

MANU
Is he not That, the blue-winged Dove of peace,
    Father of Good?

RISHI
Nor Brahma, though the suns and hills and seas
    Are called his brood.

MANU
Is God a dream then? are the heavenly coasts
    Visions vain?

RISHI
I came to Shiva's roof; the flitting ghosts
    Compelled me in.

MANU
Is He then God whom the forsaken seek,
    Things of sin?

RISHI
He sat on being's summit grand, a peak
    Immense of fire.

MANU
Knows He the secret of release from tears
    And from desire?

RISHI
His voice is the last murmur silence hears,
    Tranquil and dire.

MANU
The silence calls us then and shall enclose?

RISHI
    Our true abode
Is here and in the pleasant house He chose
    To harbour God.

MANU
In vain thou hast travelled the unwonted stars
    And the void hast trod!

RISHI
King, not in vain. I knew the tedious bars
    That I had fled,
To be His arms whom I have sought; I saw
    How earth was made
Out of His being; I perceived the Law,
    The Truth, the Vast,
From which we came and which we are; I heard
    The ages past
Whisper their history, and I knew the Word
    That forth was cast
Into the unformed potency of things
    To build the suns.
Through endless Space and on Time's iron wings
    A rhythm runs
Our lives pursue, and till the strain's complete
    That now so moans
And falters, we upon this greenness meet,
    That measure tread.

MANU
Is earth His seat? this body His poor hold
    Infirmly made?

RISHI
I flung off matter like a robe grown old;
    Matter was dead.

MANU
Sages have told of vital force behind:
    It is God then?

RISHI
The vital spirits move but as a wind
    Within men.

MANU
Mind then is lord that like a sovereign sways
    Delight and pain?

RISHI
Mind is His wax to write and, written, rase
    Form and name.

MANU
Is Thought not He who has immortal eyes
    Time cannot dim?

RISHI
Higher, O King, the still voice bade me rise
    Than thought's clear dream.
Deep in the luminous secrecy, the mute
    Profound of things,
Where murmurs never sound of harp or lute
    And no voice sings,
Light is not, nor our darkness, nor these bright
    Thunderings,
In the deep steady voiceless core of white
    And burning bliss,
The sweet vast centre and the cave divine
    Called Paradise,


He dwells within us all who dwells not in
    Aught that is.

MANU
Rishi, thy thoughts are like the blazing sun
    Eye cannot face.
How shall our souls on that bright awful One
    Hope even to gaze
Who lights the world from His eternity
    With a few rays?

RISHI
Dare on thyself to look, thyself art He,
    O Aryan, then.
There is no thou nor I, beasts of the field,
    Nor birds, nor men,
But flickerings on a many-sided shield
    Pass, or remain,
And this is winged and that with poisonous tongue
    Hissing coils.
We love ourselves and hate ourselves, are wrung
    With woes and toils
To slay ourselves or from ourselves to win
    Shadowy spoils.
And through it all, the rumour and the din,
    Voices roam,
Voices of harps, voices of rolling seas,
    That rarely come
And to our inborn old affinities
    Call us home.
Shadows upon the many-sided Mind
    Arrive and go,
Shadows that shadows see; the vain pomps wind
    Above, below,
While in their hearts the single mighty God
    Whom none can know,


Guiding the mimic squadrons with His nod
    Watches it all—
Like transient shapes that sweep with half-guessed truth
    A luminous wall.

MANU
Alas! is life then vain? Our gorgeous youth
    Lithe and tall,
Our sweet fair women with their tender eyes
    Outshining stars,
The mighty meditations of the wise,
    The grandiose wars,
The blood, the fiery strife, the clenched dead hands,
    The circle sparse,
The various labour in a hundred lands,
    Are all these shows
To please some audience cold? as in a vase
    Lily and rose,
Mixed snow and crimson, for a moment blaze
    Till someone throws
The withered petals in some outer dust,
    Heeding not,—
The virtuous man made one with the unjust,
    Is this our lot?

RISHI
O King, sight is not vain, nor any sound.
    Weeds that float
Upon a puddle and the majestic round
    Of the suns
Are thoughts eternal,—what man loves to laud
    And what he shuns;
Through glorious things and base the wheel of God
    For ever runs.
O King, no thought is vain; our very dreams
    Substantial are;


The light we see in fancy, yonder gleams
    In the star.

MANU
Rishi, are we both dreams and real? the near
    Even as the far?

RISHI
Dreams are we not, O King, but see dreams, fear
    Therefore and strive.
Like poets in a wondrous world of thought
    Always we live,
Whose shapes from out ourselves to being brought
    Abide and thrive.
The poet from his vast and labouring mind
    Brings brilliant out
A living world; forth into space they wind,
    The shining rout,
And hate and love, and laugh and weep, enjoy,
    Fight and shout,
King, lord and beggar, tender girl and boy,
    Foemen, friends;
So to His creatures God's poetic mind
    A substance lends.
The Poet with dazzling inspiration blind,
    Until it ends,
Forgets Himself and lives in what He forms;
    For ever His soul
Through chaos like a wind creating storms,
    Till the stars roll
Through ordered space and the green lands arise,
    The snowy Pole,
Ocean and this great heaven full of eyes,
    And sweet sounds heard,
Man with his wondrous soul of hate and love,
    And beast and bird,—


Yes, He creates the worlds and heaven above
    With a single word;
And these things being Himself are real, yet
    Are they like dreams,
For He awakes to self He could forget
    In what He seems.
Yet, King, deem nothing vain: through many veils
    This Spirit gleams.
The dreams of God are truths and He prevails.
    Then all His time
Cherish thyself, O King, and cherish men,
    Anchored in Him.

MANU
Upon the silence of the sapphire main
    Waves that sublime
Rise at His word and when that fiat's stilled
    Are hushed again,
So is it, Rishi, with the Spirit concealed,
    Things and men?

RISHI
Hear then the truth. Behind this visible world
    The eyes see plain,
Another stands, and in its folds are curled
    Our waking dreams.
Dream is more real, which, while here we wake,
    Unreal seems.
From that our mortal life and thoughts we take.
    Its fugitive gleams
Are here made firm and solid; there they float
    In a magic haze,
Melody swelling note on absolute note,
    A lyric maze,
Beauty on beauty heaped pell-mell to chain
    The enchanted gaze,


Thought upon mighty thought with grandiose strain
    Weaving the stars.
This is that world of dream from which our race
    Came; by these bars
Of body now enchained, with laggard pace,
    Borne down with cares,
A little of that rapture to express
    We labour hard,
A little of that beauty, music, thought
    With toil prepared;
And if a single strain is clearly caught,
    Then our reward
Is great on earth, and in the world that floats
    Lingering awhile
We hear the fullness and the jarring notes
    Reconcile,-
Then travel forwards. So we slowly rise,
    And every mile
Of our long journey mark with eager eyes;
    So we progress
With gurge of revolution and recoil,
    Slaughter and stress
Of anguish because without fruit we toil,
    Without success;
Even as a ship upon the stormy flood
    With fluttering sails
Labours towards the shore; the angry mood
    Of Ocean swells,
Calms come and favouring winds, but yet afar
    The harbour pales
In evening mists and Ocean threatens war:
    Such is our life.
Of this be sure, the mighty game goes on,
    The glorious strife,
Until the goal predestined has been won.
    Not on the cliff
To be shattered has our ship set forth of old,


    Nor in the surge
To founder. Therefore, King, be royal, bold,
    And through the urge
Of winds, the reboant thunders and the close
    Tempestuous gurge
Press on for ever laughing at the blows
    Of wind and wave.
The haven must be reached; we rise from pyre,
    We rise from grave,
We mould our future by our past desire,
    We break, we save,
We find the music that we could not find,
    The thought think out
We could not then perfect, and from the mind
    That brilliant rout
Of wonders marshal into living forms.
    End then thy doubt;
Grieve not for wounds, nor fear the violent storms,
    For grief and pain
Are errors of the clouded soul; behind
    They do not stain
The living spirit who to these is blind.
    Torture, disdain,
Defeat and sorrow give him strength and joy:
    'Twas for delight
He sought existence, and if pains alloy,
    'Tis here in night
Which we call day. The Yogin knows, O King,
    Who in his might
Travels beyond the mind's imagining,
    The worlds of dream.
For even they are shadows, even they
    Are not,- they seem.
Behind them is a mighty blissful day
    From which they stream.
The heavens of a million creeds are these:
    Peopled they teem


By creatures full of joy and radiant ease.
    There is the mint
From which we are the final issue, types
    Which here we print
In dual letters. There no torture grips,
    Joy cannot stint
Her streams,- beneath a more than mortal sun
    Through golden air
The spirits of the deathless regions run.
    But we must dare
To still the mind into a perfect sleep
    And leave this lair
Of gross material flesh which we would keep
    Always, before
The guardians of felicity will ope
    The golden door.
That is our home and that the secret hope
    Our hearts explore.
To bring those heavens down upon the earth
    We all descend,
And fragments of it in the human birth
    We can command.
Perfect millenniums are sometimes, until
    In the sweet end
All secret heaven upon earth we spill,
    Then rise above
Taking mankind with us to the abode
    Of rapturous Love,
The bright epiphany whom we name God,
    Towards whom we drove
In spite of weakness, evil, grief and pain.
    He stands behind
The worlds of Sleep; He is and shall remain
    When they grow blind
To individual joys; for even these
    Are shadows, King,
And gloriously into that lustre cease


    From which they spring.
We are but sparks of that most perfect fire,
    Waves of that sea:
From Him we come, to Him we go, desire
    Eternally,
And so long as He wills, our separate birth
    Is and shall be.
Shrink not from life, O Aryan, but with mirth
    And joy receive
His good and evil, sin and virtue, till
    He bids thee leave.
But while thou livest, perfectly fulfil
    Thy part, conceive
Earth as thy stage, thyself the actor strong,
    The drama His.
Work, but the fruits to God alone belong,
    Who only is.
Work, love and know,- so shall thy spirit win
    Immortal bliss.
Love men, love God. Fear not to love, O King,
    Fear not to enjoy;
For Death's a passage, grief a fancied thing
    Fools to annoy.
From self escape and find in love alone
    A higher joy.

MANU
O Rishi, I have wide dominion,
    The earth obeys
And heaven opens far beyond the sun
    Her golden gaze.
But Him I seek, the still and perfect One,-
    The Sun, not rays.

RISHI
Seek Him upon the earth. For thee He set
    In the huge press
Of many worlds to build a mighty state
    For man's success,
Who seeks his goal. Perfect thy human might,
    Perfect the race.
For thou art He, O King. Only the night
    Is on thy soul
By thy own will. Remove it and recover
    The serene whole
Thou art indeed, then raise up man the lover
    To God the goal.



Part III : Baroda and Bengal (Circa 1900-1909) > Poems from Ahana and Other Poems   




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NOTES FROM EDITOR

Circa 1900-1908. Sheets containing draft passages of this poem were seized by the British police when Sri Aurobindo was arrested in 1908. Sometime after the poem was published in Ahana and Other Poems, Sri Aurobindo wrote under it in his copy of the book “(1907-1911)”—but see the note under the section title above.