{"id":76,"date":"2013-07-13T01:25:42","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:25:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=76"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:25:42","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:25:42","slug":"69-turiu-uriu-vol-03-the-harmony-of-virtue-volume-03","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/03-the-harmony-of-virtue-volume-03\/69-turiu-uriu-vol-03-the-harmony-of-virtue-volume-03","title":{"rendered":"-69_ Turiu – Uriu.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
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\nTWO<\/b><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTuriu – Uriu<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/font>URIU<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nGoddess Leda who from heaven descendest, how beautiful are
\nthy 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
\nredder, \u2014 it is the crimson of love, the glory of passion.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nGoddess Leda, look down upon men with gracious eyes.
\nThe clang of war is stilled, silent the hiss of the shafts and the
\nshields clamour no more against each other in the shock of the
\nonset. <\/b> We have hung up our swords on the walls of our mansions. The young men have returned unhurt, the girls of Asilon
\ncry through the corn sweet and high to the hearts of their lovers.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nGoddess Leda, lady of laughter, lady of bliss! in the
\nchambers 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
\neyes, speak low to the heart, enter in. Drive out hatred, drive out
\nwrath. Let love embrace the world and silence the eager soul of
\nstrife with kisses.<\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nU<\/font>RIU<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

\nTanyth, terrible Mother! laced with a garland of skulls,
\nthou that drinkest the blood of the victim upon the altar loud
\nwith death-shriek, mighty and merciless Mother!<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTanyth, thou in the shock of the fighting, with the raucous
\ncry that rises high and drowns the crash of the car and the roar
\nof the battle, \u2014 blood-stained, eager and terrible, pitiless, huge
\nand swift, \u2014 wonderful, adorable Mother!<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHear me! I who fear thee not, I who love thee, ask of thee,
\nart 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
\nof war in Asilon, land of the mighty ?<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI am not weary, I am not satiate. I charge thee, awake and
\ngive me again delight of the slaughter, trampling the face of
\nthe fallen foe as I scatter with shafts the ranks that boasted
\nand shouted, forgetting that Uriu fought in the van of the
\nbattle.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMother, arise! leave to Leda her gardens and delicate
\nplaces, the faces lovely and smooth of Asilon’s boys and the joyous beauty of women. I am old and grey in the council and
\nbattle. She has nothing for me; what shall I do with her boon
\nof peace and promptings of love and beauty ?<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMother, arise, Tanyth the terrible! shake the world with thy
\nwhisper, loom in the heavens, madden men’s hearts with thirst
\nof blood, the rapture of death and the joy of the killing. We will
\ngive thee thy choice of the captives, women and men to fall and
\nto bleed on thy altar.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTanyth, lady of death, queen of the battle! there is a joy in
\nthe clash of death that is more than woman’s sweet embrace,
\na pleasure in pain that the touch of her lips cannot give us;<\/font><\/p>\n

lovelier far is the body torn by the spears than her white limbs
\ncovered with shining gems. Tanyth’s skulls are more than the
\ngarland upon thy breasts, 0 Leda.<\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nT<\/font>URIU<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nIt is great, Uriu, master of war and song, but mine too is beautiful. It is long since we met in the temples and market-places of
\nAsilon. Ages have rolled by and the earth is changed, Prince of
\nthe Asa.<\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nU<\/font>RIU<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

\nT<\/font>URIU<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nAnd I in gardens of love and song where the sea murmurs low on
\nflower-skirted beaches. But the time comes when I must go down
\nand take up again the song and the sweetness in mortal places
\nof pleasure.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nU<\/font>RIU<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nI also go down, for the warrior too is needed and not only the
\npoet and lover.<\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nT<\/font>URIU<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

\nU<\/font>RIU<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nI 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
\nshould not be called.<\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nT<\/font>URIU<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

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