Memories of First Darshan

Sri Aurobindo (Poem)

(Translated by Dilip Kumar Roy from Nishikanto's original poem in Bengali)

The earth is holy ground since thou art born
And walk'st her clay.
At thy angel tread a new-lit sun at morn
Wakes every day.

All pathways at thy footfall break to flowers
Of harmony
And the winds repeat thy hallowed name for hours
In ecstasy.

The evening-star met in thy eyes of flame
Her love's own fire,
And greeting thee the silent moon became
Transformed to a lyre.

Rainbows descend below, thy robes to dye,
O ageless Gleam!
A-heave with hue and vision the poets cry:
"Comes true, our Dream!"

- Nishikanto

(Poems on Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry, 1951, p. 42)