The Mother

अग्निमीळे भुजां यविष्ठं शासा मित्रं दुर्धरीतुम्।
यस्य धर्मन् त्स्वरेनीः सपर्यन्ति मातुरूधः ॥२॥
यमासा कृपनीळं भासाकेतुं वर्धयन्ति।
भ्राजते श्रेणिदन् ॥३॥
अर्यो विशां गातुरेति प्र यदानड् दिवो अन्तान् ।
कविरभ्रं दीद्यानः ॥४॥

Rig Veda 10.20.2, 3, 4

Translation by Sri Aurobindo,
Hymns to the Mystic Fire

I pray the Fire, the friend who is irresistible in his own command, in whose law the white rays attend on the Sun-world, serve the teat of the mother.

Fire whom face to face a home of light, one who brings the ray of intuition by his lustre they increase; he blazes with his row of flaming tusks.

He comes to us as a noble path for men when he travels to the ends of heaven; he is the seer and he lights up the sky (or, the cloud).

The Presence

Sri Aurobindo

Sri Aurobindo