The Ever-New Vision
A selection of poems from Sri Chinmoy's new poetry book "The Ever-New Vision and The Ever-Ancient Reality. Very limited quantities available from Aum Publications, NY. Most of these 100 poems were written by Sri Chinmoy in the Sri Aurobindo ashram and his first years in America. Sri Chinmoy has translated these poems, originally scribed in his native Bengali, into English. This beautiful collection was collated by Sri Chinmoy's student - Savita Shivaji.
My Beloved, I love You.
For You I have brought
A few beautiful flowers
That I have collected early in the morning.
I wish to adore You with these flowers.
Ah, You are smiling at me because You know
That these flowers actually belong to You.
I am decorating You with Your own gifts.
By whose touch the lily smiles
And opens its beauty-bud?
Whose beauty's moonlight
Do I see in the lily?
Who is the Eye of my eye?
Who is the Heart of my heart?
Alas, why do I not see Him,
His Face of Transcendental Beauty,
Even in my dreams.
At the close of day
And at the close of night
To see You, I, the eternal pilgrim,
Am roaming in the land of hope.
Will my dream-flower ever blossom
With a sweet smile?
My heart longs to be dissolved
In wings of air
And fly in the unhorizoned sky.
I long to open up
All my heart-doors
In the delight of my liberation-life.
May my life begin
With the breath of a new hope.
Delighted with and enamoured of Your Songs,
Whose songs else have I to hear?
Satisfied with Your Gifts unparalleled,
The more obstructions I encounter on the way,
The greater will be my victory.
I am the child of Your Light supreme,
Infinite and eternal.
O my heart's lotus
Beautiful and calm,
O my pure heart's sun,
You are the beauty-form
Of Heaven.
O my heart's sweetness-moon,
I see your smile
Here, there and everywhere.
My smile smiles.
My tears shed tears.
I am floating with the life-current.
Alas, mine is a deplorable fate, indeed.
All around what I see
Is a strong net of illusion and delusion.
O formless One,
Alone You were,
Why have You become many?
Why?
What motivated You to grow into many forms and shapes?
Why have You created murmuring rivers and thick forests
And wild wind?
Why? Why ?
Why have You created teeming fears,
Ailments countless?
Why?Why?
Why does Mother Earth untiringly cry?
Just for a short time we enter into the world-arena and depart.
We know not why.
But the hope of oneness
Permeates our entire existence-reality.
O unknown One,
When will You become everything to me?
O unfamiliar One,
When shall I know You as my own?
When will You become true in my life-boat?
When will You call me to attend
Your victory's festival supreme?
How many songs have I sung?
How many more have I still to sing here on earth?
Within and without I have been
Searching for myself through my songs.
With deep pangs my heart cries;
My Self-form is not visible yet.
In the vast life-ocean, I am floating all alone.
In my heart-forest
I heard the jingling of Your ankle-bells.
I see You in my dreams.
But alas, when I am awake I see You not.
How I wish to see You during the day
And not at night in my dreams!
May the dream-reality be manifested
In my outer life of existence.
O Beauty unparalleled,
May Your Beauty be manifested
In my day -to-day activities
At every moment of my wakeful life.
~ Sri Chinmoy
