SRI AUROBINDO
Translations
from Sanskrit and Other Languages
II. From Bengali
III
Look, Lolita, the stream one loves so
And water brings each day!
But what is this strange light that moves so,
In Jamouna today?
What is it shining, heaving, glimmering,
Is it a flower or face
Thus shimmering with the water’s shimmering
And swaying as it sways?
In Jamouna’s clear stream?
What else the depths opaque illuming
Could with such beauty claim?
Is it his shadow whom dark-burning
In sudden bloom we see
When with our brimming jars returning
We pass the Tamal-tree?
Is there in upper heavens or under
A moon that’s dark of hue?
By daylight does that moon of wonder
Its mystic dawn renew?