SRI AUROBINDO

Collected Poems

SHORT POEMS — 1890-1900

The Three Cries of Deiphobus

Awake, awake, O sleeping men of Troy,

That sleep and know not in the grasp of Hell

I perish in the treacherous lonely night

To foes betrayed, environed and undone.

O Trojans, will ye sleep until the doom

Have slipped its leash and bark upon your doors?

Not long will ye, unless in Pluto's realm,

Have slumber, since forsaken among foes

I drink the bitter cup of lonely death

Unheeded and from helping faces far.

O Trojans, Trojans, yet again I call!

Swift help we need, or Ilion's days are done.

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