Aurobindo as a poet
Of the Divine plane
Is one of golden light, divine hearing,
Electrons and particles godly,
Sparking with energy force,
The cosmic whirl
Felt through transcendence,
The indwelling universal,
The cosmic dance,
The cosmic self
Liberated from,
The bliss of Brahman.
With something of yoga,
Something of sadhna,
Feeling through
The trance of waiting
Someone passing mightily
As the wind,
The mystical figure in the dark
Frightening,
Something of light and meditation
And contemplation
The poet cosmic and transcendental
In his write-up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem