" AUROVILLE"
The running waves, Indian Ocean
Has striven to the Tamil's shore.
Here is for people, from all homelands,
The Earth of hope and Ark of love.
In azure-sky, than Sunlight brighten,
Here's shining - Star of Overmind
And city of Young Sun Arising
On wings-sails flies upon the ground.
The Auroville - for You this call of planet's hope, awakened in consciousness of the Earth.
The Auroville - it's shining Mathrimandir's bowl, by Golden Light of Supramental Force.
The Auroville - in lucient skies is flaming halo, this brilliance of Bornfire burn in him,
The Auroville - Here Mother and Sri Aurobindo
Creates on Earth the World of Divine's Dream.
In One, by spirit merged with Him,
Wherever have being far in distance,
I will come on your streets again,
Like on Galaxy's spiral system.
And slumberous mind of cells,
Mathrimandir will color in golden light,
Revealing in much millions senses,
Effulgence and blaze of Divine World's Life.
In sound of Eternal - OM,
Carollers Space's strings connected,
By Golden Rainbow, hearts alone,
Their mystic runes, in one variety.
And whiteness light, Eternal light
Will blaze up through this Chrystal Bowl,
Have given the joy - reborn at time,
For all bein's souls, by Oversoul.
The Auroville - you're Supramental sailing-vessel in Miracle Ocean of the Supreme Being.
The Auroville - your Chrystal bowl, is Mother's Blessing and Pharos that shows path for everything.
The Auroville - appearance of Immortal's life -
By Mother's smile in boundless highness soars,
The Auroville - Here's ight of the Divine's Sunrise
Is blazing by Your Morning Solar's Gold.
Emerald Temple of your woods
Is Gods's Refuge, Nirvanic House.
Here's treasures of mantras - Theurgic Words,
In Savitri Bhavan, flowing sounds,
But, what's more estimable here,
Then all the riches of the Earth,
In Tamil Land ?
That's Aurovillians - The children of Mother of Universe.
Their hands create the World of Gods,
Their laugh is breeziness of Supreme Being,
And conceal miracle Goddess robes
Their goodness, work and humanism.
Creators of nice cornfields and woods,
It's humbled for them - wild nature's rules,
In Mother's right hand, moving surely,
They are ideal golden tools.
Oh, how much few for heart this words,
To anthem this bright Aurora's city,
From Logos of eternal strophes,
Sri Aurobindo's Consciouness.
I'm praying again, Oh Avataras,
For Supreme Miracle, Submissively,
- Let in the cities of all continents
- The Light of Auroville will be shining!
The Auroville - twelve mystic halls of Golden Temple, are streaming around, by rays of Supreme Sun.
The Auroville - here Love's Divine Bornfire flaming, effusion Golden Light, arousal ground.
The Auroville - you're carrying for all the Earth, this nascence's hour of the Virgin soil of Being,
Like Wonder World,
I'm glad at all,
I know - all my friends are living here.
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A. Ganesh