Two measures are there of the cosmic dance.
Always we hear the tread of Kalis feet
Measuring in rhythms of pain and grief and chance
Lifes game of hazard terrible and sweet,
The ordeal of the veiled Initiate,
The hero soul at play with Deaths embrace,
Wrestler in the dread gymnasium of Fate -
And sacrifice a lonely path to Grace.
Mans sorrows made a key to the Mysteries,
Truths narrow road out of Times wastes of dream,
The souls seven doors from Matters tomb to rise,
Are the common motives of her tragic theme.
But when shall Krishnas dance through Nature move,
His mask of sweetness, laughter, rapture, love?
Reference: # 137 in "Les poèmes de Sri
Aurobindo" (bilingual edition)
also in "More Poems" - 62
and "Collected Poems" - 140
all published by Sri
Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA