To Sri Aurobindo38

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Our foil in battle of life

Can never be Thy master Choice.

Our triumph truly is Thine,

Creation's King of the adamant Voice!

The pinioned mind of earth

Is wide awake to Thy Decree.

Her breast's unknown abyss

Harbours Thy Immortality.

Our living sheaths and souls

Emblem Thy Godhead's infinite urge

Of almighty Flame and Love.

Who dares to plumb Thee, O Thaumaturge?

Gold fires of bliss and grace

From the earth's buried Heaven arise

To climb Thy nude noon-peak

And Thy Sun-Face beyond surmise.

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SAI 38. (1955)

From:Chinmoy,Sri Aurobindo: The Infinite, Agni Press, 1997
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