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Date Posted: 25 November 2006
Author: aswapati
Subject: Aunque como desconocidos parecemos encontrarnos
On the dumb bosom of this oblivious globe
Although as unknown beings we seem to meet,
Our lives are not aliens nor as strangers join,
Moved to each other by a causeless force.
The soul can recognise its answering soul
Across dividing Time and, on life's roads
Absorbed wrapped traveller, turning it recovers
Familiar splendours in an unknown face
And touched by the warning finger of swift love
It thrills again to an immortal joy
Wearing a mortal body for delight.
There is a Power within that knows beyond
Our knowings; we are greater than our thoughts,
And sometimes earth unveils that vision here.
To live, to love are signs of infinite things,
Love is a glory from eternity's spheres.
Abased, disfigured, mocked by baser mights
That steal his name and shape and ecstasy,
He is still the godhead by which all can change.
A mystery wakes in our inconscient stuff,
A bliss is born that can remake our life.
Love dwells in us like an unopened flower
Awaiting a rapid moment of the soul,
Or he roams in his charmed sleep mid thoughts and things;
The child-god is at play, he seeks himself
In many hearts and minds and living forms:
He lingers for a sign that he can know
And, when it comes, wakes blindly to a voice,
A look, a touch, the meaning of a face.
En el mudo seno de este olvidadizo globo
Aunque como desconocidos parecemos encontrarnos,
Nuestras vidas no son ajenas ni como extraños nos juntamos,
Movidos uno hacia otro por una fuerza sin causa.
El alma puede reconocer a su alma que responde
A través del Tiempo que separa y, en los caminos de la vida
Absorta viajera arrebujada, al volverse recobra
Familiares esplendores en una cara desconocida
Y tocada por el dedo advertidor del súbito amor
Se estremece de nuevo con un gozo inmortal
Revestida de un mortal cuerpo para el deleite.
Hay un Poder interior que conoce más allá de
Nuestros conocimientos; somos más grandes que nuestros pensamientos,
Y en ocasiones la tierra desvela aquí esa visión.
Vivir, amar son signos de cosas infinitas,
El Amor es una gloria de las esferas de la eternidad.
Rebajado, desfigurado, suplantado por poderes más bajos
Que roban su nombre y su forma y su éxtasis,
Es aún la divinidad por la que todo puede cambiar.
Un misterio despierta en nuestra materia inconsciente,
Una felicidad ha nacido que puede rehacer nuestra vida.
El amor mora en nosotros como una flor sin abrir
Esperando un rápido momento del alma,
O vagabundea en su sueño encantado en medio de pensamientos y de cosas;
El niño-dios juega, se busca a sí mismo
En muchos corazones y mentes y formas vivientes:
Aguarda por un signo que pueda conocer
Y, cuando llega, despierta ciegamente a una voz,
A una mirada, a un toque, a la expresión de una cara.
Libro Cinco: El Libro del Amor
Canto II: Satyavan
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