To Mother - A Prayer From Auroville

Oct. 5, 1970

Sweet and sacred lady of the stars

Whose simplest movement beckons trails of light

To fall in streams upon our earth-hewn heads,

Humbly lies Thy Name upon our lips.

Faint breezes stir the sapling soul to wake

Amid the perfume of Thy earthly form,

The radiating litany of song,

Thy Voice, the splendid melody of earth.

We bow, O Mystery, before Thy Feet

While colours unnameable fill the fragrant air

The incense of Thy Love, Thy Smile, Thy Touch,

To soar to heights unknown our struggling flame.

Intone, O Might, the Canticle of Life

That dying men or men yet hardly born

May wake to golden strains with silent hearts

And bear the pulse of harmonies sublime.

Then shall the labour of mankind begin

And earth prepare in cradle of the Lord,

Her lands her skies, for superhuman race

To follow in the footsteps of the Dawn.