SHAKTI (ENERGY)
In ripe corn's golden silk her I have found;
On the sky's broad breast does she reveal herself;
Numberless messages through air she sends
Which the clouds on their wings convey to me;
Without effort she has her soul announced
In the blooming flowers' fragrance and tints.
In the noisy hubbub of thronging crowds
Have I heard her voice musical and clear;
Her balmy breath through nostrils I have drunk
While lonesome on the silent peaks of hills.
With loving hands has she caressed my limbs
Applying the soft beams of cool moonlight;
And on the bright waters of the ocean
The speeches of her eyes I have perused.
In the sun-burnt regions of deserts wild
Her alone I have companion found;
Through the million drops of rain from on high
Her presents of pearl-beads have come to me.
How often silvery pure has she smiled
Over the tree-tops glistening with snows!
And in the murmuring songs of brooks
Her spirit's current has come flowing down.
In all my tears and smiles and hopes and fears
A personality through her I claim;
In darkness, however, I find her best
When quite alone in the midnight dead.
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