APPENDIX LETTERS OF SRI AUROBINDO My aim in writing or in encouraging others to write is not personal glory, but to arrive at the expression of spiritual truth and experience of all kinds in poetry.... You are right when you say that up till now the English people have not favoured Indian poets writing verse in English; but the mind of the future will be more international than it is today. In that case the expression of various temperaments in English poetry will have a chance. * (In reply to a highbrow critic friend. A.)... It is not true in all cases that one can't write first-class things in a learned language. Both in French and English peo

PREFACE It all happens in Navadwip, the hallowed town of Bengal, where Sri Chaitanya was born in 1486. At an early age, he felt an irresistible call to give up his hearth and home, his mother and young wife — in short, everything that man holds dear — for the love of Sri Krishna, his one love and dream on earth. A Vaishnava friend of mine wrote to me pointing out certain, what he calls historical, errors in the play. In one point, however, he was mistaken: he wrote that Sri Chaitanya had never had his mother's permission before he decided to take to the path of renunciation. In Amiya Nimai Charita — the most authentic life of Sri Chaitanya — it is written that he had persu

Act Three A month later. In Mira's temple she is seen again dancing. On her right Ajit is revealed seated with folded hands, the proud pedant transformed now into a humble devotee. On her right are seated Mira's Guru, Sri Sanatan and the temple-priest, Pundarik. After a time she breaks forth into song. MIRA (sings as tears course down her cheeks) They ask: "For whom do you sing your songs For ever, endlessly ? Whether one harks or no —you go on Pouring your melody /" For whom does the heart still brood and long, Sweet koels warble the boughs among, Blossom the buds in hues' display, The rivers dance on — who can say ? And

MIRA PLAY IN THREE ACTS DEDICATION To Dear Nani Palkivala Who'll sing with the marvellous Minstrel rapturously the mystic prophecy in Savitri: "Oh, surely one day he shall come to our cry, One day he shall create our life anew And utter the magic formula of peace And bring perfection to the scheme of things."* With love 10.5.77 DADA DILIP KUMAR * Cent. Vol. 28, Bk. II, C. 6