This poem reveals the secret of the Sun-temple Konarak.
THE GLEAM KONARAK
In gleam Konarak — Konarak of the Gods
A woman sits, her body a glimmering ray.
At her feet the moon trails its silvery dreams,
On her head is the sun and the purple day.
Always she sits there turning a wheel
Whose summit is lost in lights, its base in the abyss
In the temple she sits of the wide white sun
That burns unsetting in an immortal space beyond Time.
Around her chant the world-poem the deathless Nine
And the feet of the Fates dance out the rhyme.
(Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, pp. 672-673)