Guest guest Posted March 1, 2002 Report Share Posted March 1, 2002 devi_bhakta Another important mention of Prithvi occurs in Durga's extraordinary reply to the gods and mortal creatures of the three worlds when -- following Her defeat of the Buffalo Demon -- they beg Her to remain among them in that powerful manifestation, as their protector. Devi tells them: "I am always with you. I am the mother who feeds you, the sister who supports you, the daughter who charms you, the nymph who enchants you. "I am Saraswati, who bestows upon Brahma the knowledge to create the world; I am Lakshmi, who gives Vishnu the wherewithal to preserve the cosmic order; I am Parvati, who lures the ascetic Shiva into worldly life. "I am the heat of fire, the movement of wind, the moisture of water the radiance of suns, the lustre of moons, the sparkle of stars, the fecundity of soil, the sovereignity of kings. "I am Prithvi, the sacred earth, bringing forth life, nurturing all plants and animals. I am grama- devi, the village goddess, on whose body humankind builds homes and grows crops. "My essence is present in every woman. They, like me, are vessels of fertility, sources of love and life." (Adapted from D. Pattnaik's English retelling of the Devi Mahatmyam) Aum Maatangyai Namaha adi_shakthi16 LOVELY! this inspired to post a picture of Mother Durga IN PHOTO ALBUM ENTITLED SRI DURGA 2 ! ENJOY! Translation by Shri Aurobindo Ghose VANDE MATRAM!!!!!! Bankin Chandra composed the song in an inspired moment, Rabindranath sang it by setting a tune to it and it was left to the genius of Aurobindo to interpret the deeper meaning of the song out of which India received the philosophy of new Nationalism.'' Mother, I bow to thee! Rich with thy hurrying streams, bright with orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight, Dark fields waving Mother of might, Mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease Laughing low and sweet! Mother I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! Mother, to thee I bow. Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands, When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands And seventy million voices roar Thy dreadful name from shore to shore? With many strengths who art mighty and stored, To thee I call Mother and Lord! Though who savest, arise and save! To her I cry who ever her foeman drove Back from plain and Sea And shook herself free. Thou art wisdom, thou art law, Thou art heart, our soul, our breath Though art love divine, the awe In our hearts that conquers death. Thine the strength that nervs the arm, Thine the beauty, thine the charm. Every image made divine In our temples is but thine. Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen, With her hands that strike and her swords of sheen, Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned, And the Muse a hundred-toned, Pure and perfect without peer, Mother lend thine ear, Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with thy orchard gleems, Dark of hue O candid-fair In thy soul, with jewelled hair And thy glorious smile divine, Lovilest of all earthly lands, Showering wealth from well-stored hands! Mother, mother mine! Mother sweet, I bow to thee, Mother great and free! ************************************************** DEDICATED TO MY WOMB MOTHER, MY MOTHERLAND, BHARAT MATA , AND THE DIVINE MOTHER OF THE UNIVERSE, DURGA MATA! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 1, 2002 Report Share Posted March 1, 2002 adi, The poem you quote reminded me of a lyric by Sappho who was a devotee of the Goddess Aphrodite in the 6th century bce in Greece: "You know the place, then Leave Crete and come to us waiting where the grove is pleasantest, by precincts sacred to you; incense smokes on the altar; cold streams murmur through the apple branches, a young rose thicket shades the ground and quivering leaves pour down deep sleep; in meadows where horses have grown sleek among spring flowers, dill scents the air. Queen! Cyprian! Fill our gold cups with love stirred into clear nectar" I love the way that these verses evoke the experience of the senses of the devotee in worship, and of the beauty of the land that the devotee observes and identifies with Her. It seems that the worship and contemplation of the Goddess, especially in Her aspect as the Goddess of Love or Patroness/Mother of the land, awakens the senses to beauty on all levels and the sensuality of nature. Anyone familiar with Sappho may know that her verses have been interpreted variously, but I did like this particular translation. These poems remind me of the love and beauty that I experience in contemplation of Her, in meditation, and in taking reverent care of my altars and temple room. It seems that when I need it most, I find little or no time for meditation. I appreciate this list as a reminder of that source of nourishment in my life. prainbow > adi_shakthi16 > > LOVELY! this inspired to post a picture of Mother Durga IN PHOTO ALBUM > ENTITLED SRI DURGA 2 ! ENJOY! > > Translation by Shri Aurobindo Ghose > > VANDE MATRAM!!!!!! > > Bankin Chandra composed the song in an inspired moment, Rabindranath > sang it by setting a tune to it and it was left to the genius of > Aurobindo to interpret the deeper meaning of the song out of which > India received the philosophy of new Nationalism.'' > > Mother, I bow to thee! > Rich with thy hurrying streams, > bright with orchard gleams, > Cool with thy winds of delight, > Dark fields waving Mother of might, > Mother free. > > Glory of moonlight dreams, > Over thy branches and lordly streams, > Clad in thy blossoming trees, > Mother, giver of ease > Laughing low and sweet! > Mother I kiss thy feet, > Speaker sweet and low! > Mother, to thee I bow. > > Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands, > When the sword flesh out in the seventy > million hands > And seventy million voices roar > Thy dreadful name from shore to shore? > With many strengths who art mighty and > stored, > To thee I call Mother and Lord! > Though who savest, arise and save! > To her I cry who ever her foeman drove > Back from plain and Sea > And shook herself free. > > Thou art wisdom, thou art law, > Thou art heart, our soul, our breath > Though art love divine, the awe > In our hearts that conquers death. > Thine the strength that nervs the arm, > Thine the beauty, thine the charm. > Every image made divine > In our temples is but thine. > > Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen, > With her hands that strike and her > swords of sheen, > Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned, > And the Muse a hundred-toned, > Pure and perfect without peer, > Mother lend thine ear, > Rich with thy hurrying streams, > Bright with thy orchard gleems, > Dark of hue O candid-fair > In thy soul, with jewelled hair > And thy glorious smile divine, > Lovilest of all earthly lands, > Showering wealth from well-stored hands! > Mother, mother mine! > Mother sweet, I bow to thee, > Mother great and free! > > ************************************************** > DEDICATED TO MY WOMB MOTHER, MY MOTHERLAND, BHARAT MATA , AND THE > DIVINE MOTHER OF THE UNIVERSE, DURGA MATA! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 2, 2002 Report Share Posted March 2, 2002 - thanks prainbow, this poem touched my heart! specially these lines.. Fill our gold cups with love stirred into clear nectar btw, where is our poet, bodhiavasa? he has been missing for sometime niw! the last time i spoke to him, he was having problems with his the 'hard disc' on his computer. do we miss him or what? love and regards -- In , "prainbow61" <paulie-rainbow@u...> wrote: > adi, > > The poem you quote reminded me of a lyric by Sappho who was a devotee > of the Goddess Aphrodite in the 6th century bce in Greece: > > "You know the place, then > > Leave Crete and come to us > waiting where the grove is > pleasantest, by precincts > > sacred to you; incense > smokes on the altar; cold > streams murmur through the > > apple branches, a young > rose thicket shades the ground > and quivering leaves pour > > down deep sleep; in meadows > where horses have grown sleek > among spring flowers, dill > > scents the air. Queen! Cyprian! > Fill our gold cups with love > stirred into clear nectar" > > I love the way that these verses evoke the experience of the senses > of the devotee in worship, and of the beauty of the land that the > devotee observes and identifies with Her. It seems that the worship > and contemplation of the Goddess, especially in Her aspect as the > Goddess of Love or Patroness/Mother of the land, awakens the senses > to beauty on all levels and the sensuality of nature. > > Anyone familiar with Sappho may know that her verses have been > interpreted variously, but I did like this particular translation. > > These poems remind me of the love and beauty that I experience in > contemplation of Her, in meditation, and in taking reverent care of > my altars and temple room. It seems that when I need it most, I find > little or no time for meditation. > > I appreciate this list as a reminder of that source of nourishment in > my life. > > prainbow > > > adi_shakthi16 > > > > LOVELY! this inspired to post a picture of Mother Durga IN PHOTO > ALBUM > > ENTITLED SRI DURGA 2 ! ENJOY! > > > > Translation by Shri Aurobindo Ghose > > > > VANDE MATRAM!!!!!! > > > > Bankin Chandra composed the song in an inspired moment, > Rabindranath > > sang it by setting a tune to it and it was left to the genius of > > Aurobindo to interpret the deeper meaning of the song out of > which > > India received the philosophy of new Nationalism.'' > > > > Mother, I bow to thee! > > Rich with thy hurrying streams, > > bright with orchard gleams, > > Cool with thy winds of delight, > > Dark fields waving Mother of might, > > Mother free. > > > > Glory of moonlight dreams, > > Over thy branches and lordly streams, > > Clad in thy blossoming trees, > > Mother, giver of ease > > Laughing low and sweet! > > Mother I kiss thy feet, > > Speaker sweet and low! > > Mother, to thee I bow. > > > > Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands, > > When the sword flesh out in the seventy > > million hands > > And seventy million voices roar > > Thy dreadful name from shore to shore? > > With many strengths who art mighty and > > stored, > > To thee I call Mother and Lord! > > Though who savest, arise and save! > > To her I cry who ever her foeman drove > > Back from plain and Sea > > And shook herself free. > > > > Thou art wisdom, thou art law, > > Thou art heart, our soul, our breath > > Though art love divine, the awe > > In our hearts that conquers death. > > Thine the strength that nervs the arm, > > Thine the beauty, thine the charm. > > Every image made divine > > In our temples is but thine. > > > > Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen, > > With her hands that strike and her > > swords of sheen, > > Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned, > > And the Muse a hundred-toned, > > Pure and perfect without peer, > > Mother lend thine ear, > > Rich with thy hurrying streams, > > Bright with thy orchard gleems, > > Dark of hue O candid-fair > > In thy soul, with jewelled hair > > And thy glorious smile divine, > > Lovilest of all earthly lands, > > Showering wealth from well-stored hands! > > Mother, mother mine! > > Mother sweet, I bow to thee, > > Mother great and free! > > > > ************************************************** > > DEDICATED TO MY WOMB MOTHER, MY MOTHERLAND, BHARAT MATA , AND THE > > DIVINE MOTHER OF THE UNIVERSE, DURGA MATA! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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