Sri Aurobindo was an Indian nationalist and freedom fighter, major Indian English poet, philosopher, and yogi. He joined the movement for India's freedom from British rule and for a duration (1905–1910) became one of its most important leaders, before turning to developing his own vision and philosophy of human progress and spiritual evolution. He was also one of the famous Radical leaders of India during the Indian National Movement.
The central theme of Sri Aurobindo's vision is the evolution of life into a "life divine". In his own words: "Man is a transitional being. He is not final. The step from man to superman is the next approaching achievement in the earth ... more »
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Sri Aurobindo Poems
Bride of the Fire
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.
Mystic Miracle, daughter of Delight, Life, thou ecstasy, Let the radius of thy flight Be eternity.
Who was it that came to me in a boat made of dream-fire, With his flame brow and his sun-gold body?
The Golden Light
Thy golden Light came down into my brain And the grey rooms of mind sun-touched became A bright reply to Wisdom's occult plane,
I passed into a lucent still abode And saw as in a mirror crystalline An ancient Force ascending serpentine
O Coil, Coil
O coil, honied envoy of the spring, Cease thy too happy voice, grief's record, cease: For I recall that day of vernal trees
Life And Death
Life, death, - death, life; the words have led for ages Our thought and consciousness and firmly seemed Two opposites; but now long-hidden pages
All is abolished but the mute Alone. The mind from thought released, the heart from grief, Grow inexistent now beyond belief;
The Call of The Impossible
Our godhead calls us in unrealised things. Asleep in the wide fields of destiny, A world guarded by Silence' rustling wings
My breath runs in a subtle rhythmic stream; It fills my members with a might divine: I have drunk the Infinite like a giant’s wine.
When in the heart of the valleys and hid by the roses The sweet Love lies, Has he wings to rise to his heavens or in the closes Lives and dies?
The Word of The Silence
A bare impersonal hush is now my mind, A world of sight clear and inimitable, A volume of silence by a Godhead signed,
In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest, Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?
Bliss of Identity
All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move, All beings are in myself embraced. O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love, How art thou beating in a mortal's breast !
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Bride of the Fire
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.