Sri Aurobindo
Letters of Sri Aurobindo
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Fragment ID: 8411
The Riddle of This World [2]
All that was bowed and rapt lifting clasped hands out of pain and night,
How hast thou filled with murmuring ecstasy, made proud and bright!
Thou hast chosen the grateful earth for thy own in her hour of anguish and strife,
Surprised by thy rapid feet of joy, O Beloved of the Master of Life.1
Your answer is not only fine poetry but it is a true explanation of the descent of the soul into the Ignorance. It is the adventure into the Night (the introduction of the Light, Joy, Immortality) to see whether they cannot be established there – so that there may be a new experience of the Divine and joy of the Divine through separation and union (or reunion) on a new basis. It is what I have hinted at in The Riddle of This World.
1 From “Lakshmi”, a Bengali poem by Dilip Kumar Roy, as translated by Sri Aurobindo. See Translations, volume 5 of The Complete Works of Sri Aurobindo, p. 561. – Ed.