Lo, the Sun of gold
Lit the clouds’ brows,
A new Day soars bold
The whole world to rouse —
A new world’s outbreak
From a distance bright
Hurrying to awake
The Earth-Soul to Light.
“O You, Earth, arise!” —
So his trumpet sings, —
“A new Dawn spreads blithe
Over you her wings!
A new Dawn reveals
A new Light of gold,
A pure shining bliss
For the whole wide world!
In that Dawn there chants
A new Hymn of Gods,
With that Dawn now comes
The glad end of bonds,
Sorrows’ splendid end,
Night’s to Light rebirth,
Godhead’s crowned descent
To the life on Earth! —
“Earth, then burst your chains!” —
So his trumpet rolls, —
Mountains and plains
To the Sun he calls,
All earth-beings he calls
To the gold-lit skies,
To the blissful worlds
Where all sorrow dies,
Where the golden Dawn
Always sweetly flames,
Where all pain is gone:
Love triumphant reigns…
O New Day, come, shine,
Godhead’s message bright!
Oh, bring down the Sun
To the world of night!
Oh, bring down the Sun
To the death’s terrain,
With the Sun in man
Conquer death and pain!
Let the golden Dawn
Light the sorrow’s vale,
Let the planet’s morn
End with song its bale!
In the Godhead’s Face
To the dark world blaze!—
All implore, all pray:
Flame, O Golden Day!
Ritam
www.ritam-art.com
05-12-11
Translated into English
from my original poem in Russian
Golconde
Sri Aurobindo Ashram,
Pondicherry
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