{"id":3228,"date":"2013-07-13T01:46:47","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:46:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=3228"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:46:47","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:46:47","slug":"61-a-colloquy-vol-writings-in-bengali-translation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/02-other-editions\/writings-in-bengali-translation\/61-a-colloquy-vol-writings-in-bengali-translation","title":{"rendered":"-61_A Colloquy.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nA Colloquy <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nKING <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWhat a formidable wild spot, a desolate land
\nHave we chosen to live in! Pressed under hard rules we <\/b>are;<\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nWe have discarded our fondness for our native land; forbidden for us <\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo look upon cherished faces. Is it true then
\nThat this world is someone’s play, to whose eyes the bondage of rules
\nIs only an image of his fancy? True then that there is someone
\nUnder whose direction we\u2014blinded by illusion\u2014
\nWander in a field hemmed in by delusion on an unreal earth?
\nThere glimmers a city of mirage, light is but the rays of darkness,
\nThe wisdom of the wise is a dream’s orderliness.
\nA dense woodland is the earthly life,
\nThoughts there fly about like fireflies
\nIn the darkness. Vainly did we think then
\nThat this utterance was the musing of hopelessness
\nOf one conquered in the battle of life, only a wailing of the weak.
\nNow I see that wailing is true; it is the ultimate vision.
\nGo hence, 0 happy dream; come thou, sorrow!
\nAn invincible teacher art thou, own brother of wisdom,
\nThe first-born from the womb of the great Delusion.
\nCome, let me embrace you. It is just meet
\nYou play with me in this dense forest, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 448<\/font><\/p>\n

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It is a fitting playground for the sorrow you are.
\nIn vain the human being dances about
\nWith the short-lived couple, pain and happiness.
\nDeath will come and stay the dance. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPRIEST <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nJust at this hour art thou defeated in the battle of life,
\n0 King! In your burning heart is the utterance of hopelessness.
\nThe cry of grief is in your voice and not the Knowledge of Brahman.
\nOther is that acquisition beyond the reach of the weak,
\nA great truth attained by heroes only, hidden in the cavern.
\nTrue it is that it is a dance, the earthly life.
\nWhose dance is it? The Lord of the people is the master of dancing.
\nEmbrace not sorrow but him, 0 King,
\nCarry him with you, in battle after battle, flood with frenzy
\nYour body and soul, the home of delight.
\nVictory and defeat, the battle-field aloud with wailings
\nAre various footsteps only of the dancer
\nOn a varying background. The king and the kingdom
\nAre for the sake of the decorative beauty of the dance
\nUpon the arena of the stage. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nKING <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWith empty words you comfort me.
\nThe heart knows its own sorrows. Narayana dances?
\nThe demoniac nature dances in the chamber of illusion,
\nIt is the demon-girl’s doll’s play\u2014she builds and breaks
\nAlways the living dolls. When she sees a broken heart,
\nShe laughs, her curiosity satisfied. Illusion is true, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 449<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nTrue this desolate spot, true also the defeat,
\nSorrow is true. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHappiness is not true upon this earth,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNor true is the kingdom. True it is that ignorance is
\n– punished,
\n:<\/font><\/p>\n

\nLove is not true in this world filled with lamentation. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPRIEST <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nDelve then into your sorrowing heart and wallow in its slime,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nProbe into your suffering soul and there find the secret of  sorrow.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFinally you will recognise Krishna, full of delight, full of
\n, love".<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt is the play of the great Lover, this life upon earth.
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nKING<\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThe love that kisses with the lips of thunder,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe love that burns always with the agony of diseases, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe love whose guise is sorrow and hate and death,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThat is of the lowest kind. Compassion is there in the human  heart; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nCreation is not kind, nor Nature, nor God.
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMan builds an image of his own compassion, a
\nfanciful idol <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn his own heart. That shadow he worships as God. There is
\nBrahman. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nGod is but a dream, another kind of dream,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nA false consolation created by the imagination of the
\nmiserable. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPRIEST <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO King, through your utterance, I am witnessing
\nKrishna-play <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 450<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd my body shivers in delight; I hear
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAs though Radha, the beloved, is chiding in the words of your mouth.
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNever shall I see his face nor hear his name,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNor shall I know that he exists any more.
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSuch utterance in the mouth of a mother is the vain fancy of an atheist,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI understand. So 1 say it is not a mere consolation,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nO King! You will surely see my Krishna
\nManifesting again in a befitting guise: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n[Here one line of the Bengali manuscript is illegible.}<\/i> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTHE VOICE OF KRISHNA <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThe toy is mine. I have snatched it away and I have given it
\nback again
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOnly to teach you that I am your Master. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nKING <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMy heart has no trust in these empty words.
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nVainly human intelligence creates wordy brilliance
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn order to dazzle one’s own eyes. Have done with these
\nwords. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPRIEST <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI obey, but remember, 0 great King,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhat the Vaishnava says. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nKING <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nIn vain is such an address.
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe tiger is the king of this forest, not I. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 451<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAs to a beggar, the forest deity doles out <\/font><\/p>\n

\nScanty fruit and roots\u2014just to appease the hunger. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nI roam about without my army, abandoned by relatives. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe name king sounds a taunt to my ears. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe is not a king who is abandoned by friends in danger, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nOne who lies tired in this desolate spot. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPRIEST <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThere are your subjects, we are there. Always everywhere
\nYou are the king, you are my father,
\nIn no other terms will you hear me address you.
\nNeither in the woods nor in the city. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIncomplete<\/i> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 452<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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