OVERSELF All things are lost in Him, all things are found: He rules an infinite hush that hears each sound. But fragmentary quivers blossom there To voice on mingling voice of shadowless air, Bodies of fire and ecstasies of line Where passion's mortal music grows divine— For, in that spacious revel glimmers through Each form one single trance of breakless blue. Sri Aurobindo's Comment "Higher Mind throughout, illumined. The first and third couplets exceedingly fine, perfect poetic expressions of what they want to say. —the other two are less inevitable, although the second lines in both are admirable. Lines 2, 5,6 are among the

VITA NUOVA Haloed by some vast blue withheld from us, Her pure face smiles through her cascading hair: Like a strange dawn of rainfall nectarous It comes to amaranth each desert prayer. Beyond themselves her clay-born beauties call: Breathing the rich air round her is to find An ageless God-delight embracing all, The mute unshadowed spaces of her mind. Across both night and day her secrets run, For even through our deepest slumberings We hearken to an embassy of the sun And stir invisible of rapturous wings. Sri Aurobindo's Comment "A very fine poem. The second stanza is the finest; in the two others

MADONNA MIA I merge in her rhythm of haloed reverie By spacious vigil-lonelinesses drawn From star-birds winging through the vacancy Of night's incomprehensible spirit-dawn. My whole heart echoes the enchanted gloom Where God-love shapes her visionary grace: The sole truth my lips bear is the perfume From the ecstatic flower of her face. Sri Aurobindo's Comment "I think it is one of your best. I could not very definitely say from where the inspiration comes. It seems to come from the Illumination through the Higher Mind—but there is an intuitive touch here and there, even some indirect touch of 'mental Overmind' vision

NIGHT OF TRANCE Closing your eyes, outstretch vague hands of prayer Beyond the prison-house of mortal air... Then, soul-awakened, watch the universe thrill With secrets drawn from the Invisible— A force of gloom that makes each flicker-stress Bare the full body of its goldenness And yield in that embrace of mystery A flaming focus of infinity, A fire-tongue nourished by God's whole expanse Through darknesses of superhuman trance. Sri Aurobindo's Comment "Lines five to eight (marked double) are from the Illumined Mind touched with the Intuition—the rest seem to be mainly from the Higher Mind, except th

Tributes to Abhay in Bengali Page-81 Page-82 Page-83 Page-84 Page-85 Page-86 Page-87 Page-88 Page-89 Page-90 Page-91 Page-92 Page-93 Page-94 Tributes in French Sumitra-di bonsoir, Je n'avais pas marque ce que j'avais vu a propos de Abhay Singh. Je te dis done ce qui ne s'efface pas de ma memoire: Abhay Singh s'eloignait dans la lumiere sur un chemin en or solide. II s'est tourne et j'ai vu son sourire qui etait tres doux. Quant au

Memorial Service Today, we have assembled here to pay homage to Abhay Singh Nahar, and it is a privilege to get an opportunity to pay my respects to him and say a few words about the life of my beloved grand uncle. He was born on 30th April, 1924 in a house in this very Indian Mirror Street. When he was five years old, his father, Prithwi Singh Nahar, in order to provide better education to his children, took them to Santiniketan, established by Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore. Abhay Singh's sister, Sujata Nahar, narrates a notable incident during their stay at Santiniketan in an article written by her: "On the eve of the Durgapuja holidays, the Harijans

Foreword This short memorabilia is presented by the dear relatives of a departed person. But its appeal surpasses one single individual. For death has an ever widening net. It some way or the other affects every family. Interestingly, when death of a person evokes a response from a wider circle of people it tends to give it immortal character. This baffles the rough hand of death. It even revives the dead. The Greeks spoke of Katharsis, tears that wash clean a grieving heart. I intimately knew Abhay for a long time. It gives me immense joy when I am associated with this touching tribute. Samir Kanta Gupta Page-15 Page-16 Page-17

Abhay Recalls From 1936, at the age of twelve, whenever I visited Pondi-cherry to see Mother, I used to fall ill, specially with high fever, cough and cold. But this could not deter my trip to Pondicherry as I was determined to see Mother. As soon as I reached Pondicherry, I would be cured and normal! When the same thing went on repeating thrice before my coming to Pondicherry I informed Mother about it. And Mother said that since I had informed Her now about my sickness, in future I would be in normal health during my trip to Pondicherry. Since then I had no sickness before my departure from Calcutta for Pondicherry. In the year 1952, I was shifted from "

Mother and Abhay edited by Samir Kanta Gupta, Sujata and Suprabha Nahar Published by Abhay Singh's brothers and sisters This book was first published under the title Abhay Singh Nahar © Suprabha Nahar 2002 This enlarged trilingual second edition copyright © Suprabha Nahar 2006 All rights reserved. Second revised edition, August 2006 Printed at All India

-05_Mother^s Birthday Messages.htm Mother's Birthday Messages 30.4.63 a Abhay Singh Bonne Fete! avec 1'appreciation de tout le bon travail que tu as fait l'année dernière, et mes benedictions pour que cette année-ci soit encore meilleure. * to Abhay Singh Happy birthday! with the appreciation of all the good work that you have done last year, and my blessings so that this year be still better. Mother 28 May 1963 Abhay Singh, mon cher enfant, je suis tout à fait satis-faite de ton travail qui est excellent à tous les points de vue, et je n'ai nulle intention d'utiliser l'ate