{"id":540,"date":"2013-07-13T01:28:44","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:28:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=540"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:28:44","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:28:44","slug":"68-love-mad-vol-08-translations-volume-08","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/08-translations-volume-08\/68-love-mad-vol-08-translations-volume-08","title":{"rendered":"-68_Love-Mad.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
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\nLove-Mad*<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n


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\n <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The poetic image used in the following verses is characteristically
\nIndian. The mother of a love-stricken girl (symbolising the human soul yearning
\nto merge into the Godhead) is complaining to her friend of the sad plight of
\nher child whom love for Krishna has rendered "mad" \u2014 the effect of
\nthe "madness^ being that in all things she is able to see nothing but
\nforms of Krishna \u2014, the ultimate Spirit of the universe.<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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The Realisation of God in all things by .the Vision of Divine Love. <\/span><\/p>\n

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1.\u00a0 <\/span>Seated,
\nshe caresses Earth and cries, "This Earth is Vishnu’s"; <\/span><\/p>\n

Salutes
\nthe sky and bids us "behold the Heaven He ruleth";<\/span><\/p>\n

Or standing with tear-filled eyes cries
\naloud, "0 sea hued Lord!" <\/span><\/p>\n

All helpless am I, my friends; my child
\nHe has rendered mad.<\/span><\/p>\n

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2. \u00a0 <\/span><\/b>Or
\njoining her hands she fancies "The Sea where my Lord reposes!"<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Or hailing the ruddy Sun
\nshe cries: "Yes, this is His form",<\/span><\/p>\n

Languid, she bursts into tears and
\nmutters Narayan’s name. <\/span><\/p>\n

I am dazed at the things she is doing, my
\ngazelle, my child shaped god-like.<\/span><\/p>\n

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    \n
  1. \n

    Knowing,
    \n she embraces red Fire, is scorched and, cries "0 Death-less!" \u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And she hugs the Wind;
    \n" Tis my own Govinda", she tells us.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>She smells of the honied
    \nTuisi, my gazelle-like child. Ah me! <\/span><\/p>\n

    \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>How many the pranks she
    \nplays for my sinful eyes to behold.<\/span><\/p>\n

     <\/span><\/p>\n

      \n
    1. \n

      The
      \n rising moon she showeth, " ‘Tis the shining gem-hued Krishna!" <\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

      Or, eyeing the standing hill, she cries:
      \n"0 come, high Vishnu!" <\/span><\/p>\n

      It rains; and she dances and cries out
      \n"He hath come, the God of my love!" <\/span><\/p>\n

      0 the mad conceits He hath given to my
      \ntender, dear one!<\/span><\/p>\n

      \n <\/span><\/p>\n

      5.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The soft-limbed calf she
      \nembraces, for "Such did Krishna tend", <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

      \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And follows the gliding
      \nserpent, explaining "That is His couch". <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

      \n <\/span><\/p>\n

      * Namfflalwar<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

      \nPage \u2013 400<\/span><\/p>\n

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      I know not where this will end, this folly’s play in my sweet one <\/span><\/p>\n

      Afflicted, ay, for my sins, by Him, the Divine Magician.<\/span><\/p>\n

       <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

      6. \u00a0 <\/span>Where tumblers dance with
      \ntheir pots, she runs and cries "Goymda":<\/span><\/p>\n

      \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>At the charming notes of
      \na flute she faints, for "Krishna, He playeth." <\/span><\/p>\n

      \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

      \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>When cowherd dames bring
      \nbutter, she is sure it was tasted by Him, \u2014<\/span>
      \n<\/span><\/p>\n

      \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>So mad for the Lord who
      \nsucked out the Demoness’ life through her bosom!<\/span><\/p>\n

       <\/span><\/p>\n

        \n
      1. \n

        In rising
        \n madness she raves, "All worlds are by Krishna made" <\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

        \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And she runs after folk
        \nash-smeared; forsooth, they serve high Vishnu!<\/span><\/p>\n

         <\/span><\/p>\n

        \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Or she looks at the
        \nfragrant Tuki and claims Narayan’s garland. <\/span><\/p>\n

        \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>She is ever for Vishnu,
        \nmy darling, or in, or out of her wits.<\/span><\/p>\n

         <\/span><\/p>\n

        8. \u00a0 <\/span>And in all your wealthy
        \nprinces she but sees the Lord of Lakshmi_ <\/span><\/p>\n

        \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>At the sight of beautiful
        \ncolours, she cries, "0 ray Lord world-scanning!" <\/span><\/p>\n

         <\/span><\/p>\n

        \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And all the shrines in
        \nthe land, to her, are shrines of Vishnu. <\/span><\/p>\n

        In awe and in love, unceasing, she adores the feet of that Wizard.<\/span><\/p>\n

         <\/span><\/p>\n

          \n
        1. \n

          All Gods
          \n and saints are Krishna\u2014Devourer of infinite Space! <\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

          \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And the huge, dark clouds
          \nare Krishna; all fain would she fly to reach them. <\/span><\/p>\n

          \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

          Or the kine, they graze on the meadow and
          \nthither she runs to find Him. <\/span><\/p>\n

          The Lord of Illusions, He makes my dear
          \none pant and rave.<\/span><\/p>\n

           <\/span><\/p>\n

          10.<\/i> Languid she stares around her or gazes afar into space;<\/span><\/p>\n

          \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>She sweats and with eyes
          \nfull of tears she sighs and faints away;<\/span><\/p>\n

          \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Rising, she speaks but
          \nHis name and cries, "Do come, 0 Lord." <\/span><\/p>\n

          \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Ah, what shall I do with
          \nmy poor child o’erwhelmed by this maddest <\/span><\/p>\n

          love?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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