The Secret Splendour

The Mother: Two Phases

Infinite Bliss at work

In self-elected chains,

Bearing with a luminous smile

Love's load of myriad pains—

The Universal Mother,

Eternity seized by Time,

Dealing out hourly blessings

To earth for a goal sublime.

Infinite Bliss at play

In a fetter light as flowers,

 Laughing with radiant motion

In the midst of hampering hours—

The Transcendental Mother,

Triumphant over all,

Swinging a care-free racquet

As if earth were a tennis ball!

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