Sri Aurobindo Circle N5 1949
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S&l AUROBINDO CIRCLE FIFTH NUMBER eon&AY PUBLISHER t SRI AUROBINDO CIRCLE 32 Rampart Row, FORT, BOMBAY 1 All Rights Reserved Checked 1949 SRI AUROBINDO ASHRAM PRESS, PONDIGHERRY PRINTED IN INDIA Sri Aurobindo Circle ~ Fifth Number CONTENTS POEMS: Page Sri Aurobindo CHITRANGADA . .1 K. D. Sethna SUNS , . 8 TRIUMPH Is ALL , . 9 O WHO SHALL TAME THE TARPAN ? , .10 TIME f 12 Arjava ( J. A. Chadwick} OVERMIND WORLD OF THE GODS .. .. 13 BEYOND THE VALLEY-SPAN .. ..13 TIME'S RELEASE . 14 INVOCATION TO SILVER AND TO GOLD . 14 FULL-OPENED FLOWER . 15 RINGED .. .. 15 Tehmi REDEMPTION . 16 THE END . 16 Romen A SONG THAT NEVER ENDS . 17 THE MOTHER . 18 Eleanor Montgomery WHERE ARE THE ROOTS ? . 19 PHYCHIG SINGING . 20 DEEP SIGH FOR THE EARTH-BOUND . 20 Norman Dowsett DESCENT OF THE MOTHER . 21 DIVINE PRESENCE . 21 CONTENTS POEMS: (Continued) Page A*. Parameswaran Tampi FLOOD OF JOY .. 22 THE FIRE .. 22 Suresh Mukhopadhyaya REVELATION .. 23 WORDS OF THE MOTHER .. 24 LETTERS OF SRI AUROBINDO .. 30 THE IDEAL OF HUMAN UNITY Sri Aurobindo .. 41 LIMITATIONS OF RELIGION AS THE LAW OF LIFE Sri Aurobindo .. 49 IN QUEST OF REALITY Nolini Kanta Gupta .. 57 OUR YOGA AND THE CHALLENGE OF PRAGMATISM M. P. Pandit .. 67 THE TIME-SPIRIT AND THE WEST A. L. Crampton Chalk .. 83 GROWTH OF MAN'S SOCIAL AND POLITICAL LIFE C. C. Dutt .. 88 REBIRTH IN SRI AUROBINDO'S VISION S. R. Albless .. 110 THE ARMOUR OF LIGHT Morwenna Donnelly .. 134 SRI AUROBINDO AND INDIAN POLITY Sisirkumar Mitra .. 153 THE PSYCHOLOGY OF INDIAN NATIONALISM A. V. Sastri .. 171 THE BEING AND THE MEDIUM G. Monod-Her&n .. 198 V. K. RASA : ITS MEANING AND SCOPS Gokak ,. 210 Sri Aurolindo CHITRANGADA* TN Manipur upon her orient hills * Chitrangada beheld intending dawn Gaze coldly in. She understood the call. The silence and imperfect pallor passed Into her heart and in herself she grew Prescient of grey realities. Rising, She gazed afraid into the opening world. Then Urjoon, felt his mighty clasp a void Empty of her he loved and, through the grey Unwilling darkness that disclosed her face, Sought out Chitrangada. "Why dost thou stand In the grey light, like one from joy cast down? O thou whose bliss is sure. Leave that grey space, Come hither." So she came and leaning down, With that strange sorrow in her eyes, replied : "Great, doubtless, is thy love, thy very sleep Impatient of this brief divorce. And yet How easily that void will soon be filled ! For thou wilt run thy splendid fiery race Through cities and through regions like a star. Men's worship, women's hearts inevitably Will turn to follow, as the planets move Unbidden round the sun. Thou wilt accept them, Careless in thy heroic strength and beauty, And smile securely kind, even as a God Might draw an earthly maiden to his arms * Sri Aurobindo had completed this poem but the original has been lost, only this fragment remains. It has been revised for publication. SRI AUROBINDO CIRCLE FIFTH NUMBER And marry his immortal mouth to hers. Then will thy destiny seize thee, thou wilt pass Like a great light in heaven and leave behind Only a memory of force and fire. No lesser occupation can forever Keep thee, O hero, whose terrestrial birth Heaven fostered with her seed, for what but this To fill thy soul with battle, and august Misfortunes and majestic harms embrace And joys to their own natures mated. Last, Empire shall meet thee on some mighty field Disputing thee with death. Thou art not ours More than the wind that lingers for a while 55 To touch our hair, then passes to its home. And Urjoon silently caressing her, "Muse not again, beloved Chitrangada, Alone beside the window looking out On the half-formed aspect and shape of things Before sunlight was made. For God still keeps Near to a paler world the hour ere dawn And one who looks out from the happy, warm And mortal limit of mankind that live Enhoused, defended by companionship With walls and limitations, is outdrawn To dateless memories he cannot grasp And infinite yearnings without form, until The sense of an original vastness grows, Empty ofjoyous detail, desolate, In labour of a wide unfinished world. Look not into that solemn silence! Rather Protect thyself with joy, take in my arms Refuge from the grey summons and defend Thy soul until God rises with the sun. Friendly to mortals is the living sun's Great brilliant light, friendly the cheerful noise Of earth arising to her various tasks And myriad hopes. But this grey hour was born CHITRANGADA For the ascetic in his silent cave And for the dying man whose heart released Loosens its vibrant strings." She answered him, "Near to the quiet truth of things we stand In this grey moment. Neither happy light Nor joyful sound deceives the listening heart, Nor Night inarms, the Mother brooding vast, To comfort us with sleep. It helps me not To bind thee for a moment to my joy. The impulse of thy mighty life will come Upon thee like a wind and drive thee forth To toil and battle and disastrous deeds And all the giant anguish that preserves Our world. Thou as resistlessly wast born To these things as the leopard's leap to strength And beauty and fierceness, as resistlessly As women are to love, even though they know Pain for the end, yet, knowing, still must love. Ah, quickly pass ! Why shouldst thou linger here Vainly? How will it serve God's purpose in thee To tarry soothing for her transient hour Merely a woman's heart, meanwhile perhaps Lose some great moment of thy life which once Neglected never can return." She paused And great Urjoon made answer, deeply moved: "Has my clasp slackened or hast thou perceived A waning passion in my kiss? Much more My soul needs thee than on that fated day When through Bengal of the enormous streams With careless horsehooves hurrying to the East I came, a wandering prince, companioned only and sword nor knew such flowers By courage my ; Were by the wayside waiting to be plucked As these dark tresses and sweet body small Of white Chitrangada. Dost thou remember? O fair young sovereign ruling with pure eyes And little fearless hand fragile and mild SRI AUROBINDO CIRCLE FIFTH NUMBER This strong and savage nation! Didst thou know? Didst thou expect me in thy soul? Assuredly Thy heart's first flutterings recognised their lord. And never with such gladness mountain queen Exchanged tremendous seat and austere powers, Her noble ancient right, for only leave To lay her head upon my feet and wear My kisses, not the crown. Content with love All else thou gavest. Now thou speakest sadly, Too like a mind matured by thought and pain." And she with passion cried: "Do I remember? Yes, I remember. What other thing can I Remember, till forgetfulness arrives? endless moments, O rain-haunted nights, When thou art far! And O intolerable, The grey, austere discomfortable dawn To which I shall awake alone ! And yet This year of thee is mine until the end. The Gods demand the rest. With all myself 1 loved thee, not as other women do, Piecemeal, reluctantly, but my whole heart And being like a sudden spring broke forth To flowers and greenness at my sungod's touch, Ceding existence at thy feet. Therefore love I praise my father's wise and prescient That kept me from the world for thee, unsought Amid the rugged mountains and fenced in With barbarous inhospitable laws. Around the dying man the torches flared From pillar to weird pillar; and one discerned In fitful redness on the shadowy walls Stone visages of grim un-Aryan gods. The marble pallor of my father's face Looked strange to me in that unsteady glare, As if an alien's ; and dream-fantasies Those figures seemed of Manipurian lords Strange-weaponed, rude, with faces fierce and gnarled, Like those they worship. Unafraid I stood With grave and wide-orbed gaze contemplating Their rugged pomp and the wild majesty Of that last scene around my dying sire. About me stood a circle fierce and strong, Men high like rough gnarled trees or firm squat towers; A human fortress in its savage strength Enringed my future with bright jealous spears. To them he entrusted me, calling each name, And made their hearts my steps to mount a throne : Each name was made a link in a great chain, A turretted gate inwalling my rule, Each heart a house of trust, a seal of fealty. So were their thoughts conciliated; so Their stern allegiance was secured. He spoke, And, though of outward strength deprived, his voice Rang clear yet as when over trumpets heard It guided battle. "Warriors of my East, Take now this small white-bosomed queen of yours, Surround her with the cincture of your force And guard her from the thieves of destiny Who prowl around the house of human life To impoverish the meanings of the gods. For I am ended and the shadow falls. She is the stem from which your kings shall grow Perpetual. Guard her well lest Fate deceived Permit unworthier to usurp her days Than the unconquerable seed of gods. Oppose, oppose all alien entry here, Whether by force or guile the stranger comes, To clutch Nature's forbidden golden fruit. Serry your bucklers close to overwhelm The invader, seal your deaf and pitiless ears To the guest's appeal, the suppliant call.