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At the Feet of The Mother

Bride of the Fire – poem by Sri Aurobindo, recited by Richard Pearson

Bride of the Fire, clasp me now close, –
Bride of the Fire!
I have shed the bloom of the earthly rose,
I have slain desire.

Beauty of the Light, surround my life, –
Beauty of the Light!
I have sacrificed longing and parted from grief,
I can bear thy delight.

Image of Ecstasy, thrill and enlace, –
Image of Bliss!
I would see only thy marvellous face,
Feel only thy kiss.

Voice of Infinity, sound in my heart, –
Call of the One!
Stamp there thy radiance, never to part,
O living sun.

11-11-1935

 

 

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