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PATRIOTIC SONG
The
English translation of the stanza rendered by Sri Aurobindo in prose' is:
I bow to thee, Mother,
richly-watered, richly-fruited,
cool with the winds of the south,
dark with the crops of the harvests,
The Mother!
Her nights rejoicing in the glory of the moonlight,
her lands clothed beautifully with her trees in flowering bloom,
Sweet of laughter, sweet of speech,
The Mother, giver of boons, giver of bliss.
POEM
I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.
Octavio Paz
POOR
A DECENT PROVISION FOR THE POOR IS THE TRUE TEST OF CIVILIZATION ...... .SAMUEL JOHNSON
