Kshamar Adarsha1

God in human form

Descends from Heaven today

To touch and feel

The breath of earth-dust.

Comrades, His Victory

Let us proclaim, casting aside

All our world-responsibility-obligations.


O Lord Absolute,

We, the ever-blossoming souls,

Shall satisfy You with our

Oneness-devotion-breath-hearts.

We embody certainty's life

To surprisingly illumine

Our journey's birthless

And deathless course.


Lovingly, prayerfully and soulfully

We shall bring the Victory-Crown

From the Consciousness-Ocean-Beyond

And, with a brightness-splendour-smile,

Place it at Your Feet

With our softness-heart-care.


A poltroon-body, a dunce-mind,

A restlessness-vital

We never shall be.

We shall ever be found

In the newness-vortex

Of activities multifarious.


No sorrow, no diffidence,

No loss can torture us

Before Your blessingful, august Presence.

To none save You

Shall we offer our fear-surrender.


You to invoke

And place inside

Our mind's seraglio-cave,

Let us sleeplessly

Occupy our mind, shunning

All our childish games and pranks.


Together, in oneness-heart,

Your Victory we all shall proclaim.

You if we fail to receive and achieve,

Our earth-life will helplessly betray

Its utter worthlessness and uselessness.


Singing our Master's Victory-Song,

We, the ever-blossoming souls,

Shall walk along Eternity's Road

Blazed by His Divinity's Radiance-Feet.


Like fully blossomed flowers,

We shall distribute

Our sweet redolence-fragrance.

Speechless, the whole world will watch

Our journey's progress-march.


Your new Message we shall carry

To all climes, near and far.

We shall be self-discoverers;

Pride-victims we never shall be.


Refrain


God in human form

Descends from Heaven today

To touch and feel

The breath of earth-dust.

Comrades, His Victory

Let us proclaim, casting aside

All our world-responsibility-obligations.


O Summit-Soul supreme,

Your Compassion-Light we invoke

To keep our hearts

Eternally at Your Feet.


In all,

The lower than the lowest

And the higher than the highest,

You abide.

Sleeplessly Your Victory-Song

Resonates in the heart of Eden.


You are a perfect stranger

To superiority-inferiority-twins.

You are at once the chosen Haven

Of both penury and prosperity-possessors.


You are Your Life's Sweetness-Affection

To all souls that breathe on earth.

None can dare fathom

Your Compassion-Heart-Ocean.


To offer You our raison d'etre,

We are speeding towards

Your Infinity's Height,

Smashing asunder today

All the bondage-shackles

That will cross our path.


Refrain


God in human form

Descends from Heaven today

To touch and feel

The breath of earth-dust.

Comrades, His Victory

Let us proclaim, casting aside

All our world-responsibility-obligations.


To spread Your Compassion-flooded

Life-Transformation-Message-Light

Here on earth,

We shall offer our all,

Our very last breath.


Even if we fail to muster

A new supply of strength

At each hush-gap,

We, the ever-blossoming souls,

Shall not permit ourselves

To be name-fame-beggars.


While enjoying a short respite,

We shall sing Your Victory-Songs

And fly Your Victory-Banner

Upon the Himaloy-pinnacle.


A day shall dawn

When we, the ever-blossoming souls,

Only by virtue of

Your Compassion-Blessings,

Shall proclaim our world-conquest

To the four corners of the globe.


No iota of wealth You own;

Yet, all El Dorados at Your Feet.

O Lord Supreme,

Indweller of our hearts,

Your boundless Bounty

Permits You not to escape

Our stark mind-confines.


Refrain


God in human form

Descends from Heaven today

To touch and feel

The breath of earth-dust.

Comrades, His Victory

Let us proclaim, casting aside

All our world-responsibility-obligations.


If any bosom pines

To be our compatriot,

Then presto!

Renounce your all,

Your world-pleasure-plethora.


When all world-attachments leave you,

We shall welcome you

To join our group

With ever-widening open arms.


The rich and the poor,

The wise and the ignorant —

All those who inhabit the world —

In each and every human being

We shall see the living Presence of God,

Like our Master-Guru.


If ever we become pride-victims,

We know for certain

That Your infinite Compassion-Treasure

Will desert us.


We, the ever-blossoming souls,

Must be extremely careful

In preserving

Our newness-strength indomitable.


Refrain


God in human form

Descends from Heaven today

To touch and feel

The breath of earth-dust.

Comrades, His Victory

Let us proclaim, casting aside

All our world-responsibility-obligations.


He whom the holy saints

And honesty-flooded souls

In perfect amity worship,

And the single-minded devotees

Invoke to claim as their own.


He has taken human form

In the heart of Mother Bengal.

In His happiness

Our hearts must rejoice.

In His sadness

Our hearts must suffer.


To each and every soul,

Smiling we shall offer

Our hearts' newness-strength.

We, the ever-blossoming souls,

Shall dive deep

Into the Heart of Infinity's Light.


O Lord Absolute,

Today do inundate our earth-existence

With Your Compassion-Flood.

May our devotion-adoration

Ever be found

At Your Feet Supreme.


O Transcendental Height,

O Beauty Unfathomable,

To You we bow.

May we be totally oblivious

To our earthly gains and losses

In committing ourselves

To Your Service-Light.


Refrain


God in human form

Descends from Heaven today

To touch and feel

The breath of earth-dust.

Comrades, His Victory

Let us proclaim, casting aside

All our world-responsibility-obligations.


O Lord of the ever-transcending Beyond,

You are discovered Self-amorous

In Your birthless and deathless Light.

At Your Feet

All utterly lost human souls

Have found their Peace-Haven.


Vishma, Dadichi, Arjuna, Drona,

Bhima, Abhimanyu

Were all indomitable hero-souls

Who walked Mother Earth

With their loftiest tower-majesty-heads.


You have inundated us

With Your Blessings infinite.

By virtue of Your Blessings,

We, the ever-blossoming souls,

Shall equal those immortal souls

And run abreast with them.


O Lord, Your Consciousness

Pervades the sky

And the Himaloy-pinnacle-heights.

In darkness-caves

And in ocean-expanse

It sings and dances

In perfect oneness.


O Lord Absolute,

Pondicherry-Dweller,

The saints, sages and yogis

Every morn and every eve

Proclaim Your Victory

From all four corners of the globe.


Refrain


God in human form

Descends from Heaven today

To touch and feel

The breath of earth-dust.

Comrades, His Victory

Let us proclaim, casting aside

All our world-responsibility-obligations.


If ever others speak ill of us,

We shall never hurt their hearts

In return.

Knowing perfectly well

That the Absolute Lord Supreme abides,

In His living Presence, in all,

How can we ever torture

Any human life?


The way the Life-Force

Of our breath

Resides in us

Exactly the same way

The Life-Force abides in all,

And accepts and endures

Each and every human being.


You are the Source

Of Brahma the Creator.

Before You we place

Our supplication, devotion

And adoration-surrender.


No iota of fear have we

While offering You

Our wee, puny and paltry gifts,

For we know

You are the Compassion-Lord

Of our motherless, fatherless, helpless life.

You are the Vision-Light

Of the whole universe.

You are our Eternity's only Friend.


Refrain


God in human form

Descends from Heaven today

To touch and feel

The breath of earth-dust.

Comrades, His Victory

Let us proclaim, casting aside

All our world-responsibility-obligations.


Like the most insignificant service

Rendered by the morning dew

To the ocean-surface,

We know our service to You

Is equally and unmistakably

Most insignificant.

Notwithstanding, lovingly

You accept our service-flames

To bless us

With Your bountiful Pride.


In fire and water,

In dust and atoms,

Seeing You, Your Meditation-Trance,

Many poets have depicted

Your immortal Beauty.


They are our pioneers.

We are walking along the same road

To reach Your hallowed Feet.

This beautiful morning

We are weaving the garland

Of our heart's message,

Prayerful and soulful:


"Victory, victory, victory

To Sri Aurobindo,

The Guru Supreme of the Universe!"

Sleeplessly and breathlessly

Repeating this incantation,

We shall become

Eternity's sweetness-purity-breath.


O Lord Supreme,

You have donned

An earthly cloak.

We place at Your Feet

Our surrender unconditional

For Your unhorizoned Manifestation

Here on earth.


Refrain


God in human form

Descends from Heaven today

To touch and feel

The breath of earth-dust.

Comrades, His Victory

Let us proclaim, casting aside

All our world-responsibility-obligations.



  1. SAI 55. This is a translation of a Bengali poem which was written by Chinmoy in Pondicherry, India, on August 14th, 1945 — the day before Sri Aurobindo's Birth Day. Chinmoy was then thirteen years old. The poem became a song in New York on July 8th, 1995 — fifty years later. It is the longest song in Sri Chinmoy's musical opus. Sri Chinmoy began translating this Bengali song into English on June 9th, 1996. He completed the translation on August 4th so that it might be released on August 15th.

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