SABCL - Volume 5
VI. Poems in New Metres
Sole in the meadows of Thebes Tiresias2 sat by the Dirce,
Blind Tiresias3 lonely and old. The song of the river
Moaned in his ears and the scent of the flowers afflicted his spirit
Wandering naked and chill in the winds of the world and its greyness.
Calling “O murmuring waters of Dirce, loved by my childhood,
Waters of murmuring Dirce, flowers that were dear to the lover,
Then was your perfume a sweetness, then were your voices a carol;
Now you are dark to me, scents that hurt; you are dirges, O waters.
Sated with salt of human tears; and the thronèd oppressor
Seems not divine to our eyes, but a worm that stings and is happy –
Groans of the sad oppressed have no tone for our ears any longer.
And with the pangs of an alien heart are we4 shaken and troubled.
Lo, I am born5 by a woman’s sobs that come up in the midnight.
Later edition of this work: The Complete Works of Sri Aurobindo.- Set in 37 volumes.- Volume 2.- Collected Poems.- Pondicherry: Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 2009.- 751 p.
1 2009 ed. CWSA, vol.2: Sole in the meadows of Thebes
2 2009 ed. CWSA, vol.2: Teiresias
3 2009 ed. CWSA, vol.2: Teiresias
4 2009 ed. CWSA, vol.2: we are
5 2009 ed. CWSA, vol.2: torn