{"id":2404,"date":"2013-07-13T01:41:24","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:41:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=2404"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:41:24","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:41:24","slug":"50-conversations-of-the-dead-turiu-uriu-vol-01-early-cultural-writings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/03-cwsa\/01-early-cultural-writings\/50-conversations-of-the-dead-turiu-uriu-vol-01-early-cultural-writings","title":{"rendered":"-50_Conversations of the Dead – Turiu – Uriu.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tII \t\t\t<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tTuriu, Uriu \t\t\t<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tT<\/font><\/font>URIU<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/b> \t\t\t<\/font> \t\t\t<\/span> \t\t\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tGoddess Leda who from heaven descendest, how beautiful are \t\t\tthy feet as they gild the morning. The roses of Earth are red, but
\nthe touch of vermilion with which thy feet stain the heavens, is \t\t\tredder, -it is the crimson of love, the glory of passion.
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tGoddess Leda, look down upon men with gracious eyes. The \t\t\tclang of war is stilled, silent the hiss of the shafts and the shields clamour no more against each other in the shock of the onset. \t\t\tWe have hung up our swords on the walls of our mansions. The
\nyoung men have returned unhurt, the girls of Asilon cry through
\n\t\t\tthe corn sweet and high to the hearts of their lovers. <\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tGoddess Leda,
\n\t\t\tlady of laughter, lady of bliss! in the chambers of love, in the song of the bridal, in the gardens and by
\nthe delightful streams where boy and girl look into each other’s \t\t\teyes, speak low to the heart, enter in. Drive out hatred, drive out
\nwrath. Let love embrace the world and silence the eager soul of \t\t\tstrife with kisses. <\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tU<\/font><\/font>RIU<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tThe song of Turiu is beautiful, but the chant of Uriu is mighty.
\nListen to the Hymn of Tanyth. \t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tTanyth, terrible Mother! laced with a garland of skulls, thou
\nthat drinkest the blood of the victim upon the altar loud with \t\t\tthe death-shriek, mighty and merciless Mother!
\n<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tTanyth, thou in the shock of the fighting, with the raucous \t\t\tcry that rises high and drowns the crash of the car and the roar of the battle, -blood-stained, eager and terrible, pitiless, huge \t\t\tand swift, -wonderful, adorable Mother! <\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tHear me! I who fear thee not, I who love thee, ask of thee, \t\t\tart thou weary, art thou satiate now with the blood of the foe
\nand the flesh of the victims? Why has it sunk to rest, the thunder<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 476<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tof war in Asilon, land of the mighty?
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tI am not weary, I am not satiate. I charge thee, awake and \t\t\tgive me again delight of the slaughter, trampling the face of the
\nfallen foe as I scatter with shafts the ranks that boasted and \t\t\tshouted, forgetting that Uriu fought in the van of the battle.
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tMother, arise! leave to Leda her gardens and delicate places, \t\t\tthe faces lovely and smooth of Asilon’s boys and the joyous
\nbeauty of women. I am old and grey in the council and battle. \t\t\tShe has nothing for me; what shall I do with her boon of peace
\nand her promptings of love and beauty?
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tMother, arise, Tanyth the terrible! shake the world with thy
\nwhisper, loom in the heavens, madden men’s hearts with the \t\t\tthirst of blood, the rapture of death and the joy of the killing. We will give thee thy choice of the captives, women and men to \t\t\tfall and to bleed on thy altar.
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tTanyth, lady of death, queen of the battle! there is a joy in \t\t\tthe clash of death that is more than woman’s sweet embrace, a
\npleasure in pain that the touch of her lips cannot give us; lovelier \t\t\tfar is the body torn by the spears than her white limbs covered
\nwith shining gems. Tanyth’s skulls are more than the garland \t\t\tupon thy breasts, O Leda.
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tT<\/font><\/font>URIU<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tIt is great, Uriu, master of war and song, but mine too is beautiful. It is long since we met in the temples and marketplaces of \t\t\tAsilon. Ages have rolled by and the earth is changed, Prince of
\nthe Asa. \t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tU<\/font><\/font>RIU<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tI have lived in the heavens of the great where we fight all day \t\t\tand meet to feast in the evening.
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tT<\/font><\/font>URIU<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tAnd I in gardens of love and song where the sea murmurs low on flower-skirted beaches. But the time comes when I must go \t\t\tdown and take up again the song and the sweetness in mortal
\nplaces of pleasure.<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 477<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tU<\/font><\/font>RIU<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tI also go down, for the warrior too is needed and not only the \t\t\tpoet and lover.
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tT<\/font><\/font>URIU<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tThe world is changed, Uriu, Prince of the Asa. Thou wilt not
\nget again the joy of slaughter and pitilessness. Men have grown \t\t\tmerciful, full of tenderness and shrinking.
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tU<\/font><\/font>RIU<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tI know not. What Tanyth gives me to do, that I will do. If there
\nwere no sternness, no grimness in the world that she creates, I \t\t\tshould not be called.
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tT<\/font><\/font>URIU<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tWe will go down together and see what this world is in which
\nafter so many millions of years we are again wanted.<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
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