Today, the account of Shrávańii Púrńimá
comes to mind.
I remember it today, beloved friend,
I remember it today.
I recall how wondrous it was—the play
of consciousness with matter!

The sky was softly covered with clouds.
Water-frogs were filled with mirth
Gusty winds carried sweet jasmine.

Consciousness collided with matter
as the mantra struck within the mind.
New lightfall tore through the fog

Translated from Bengali

SHRÁVAŃII PÚRŃIMÁR KATHÁ ÁJ MANE PAŔE,
А́JKE MANE PAŔE BANDHU ÁJKE MANE PAŔE.
MANE PAŔE JAŔ-CETANE E KII KHELÁ KARE.

ÁKÁSH CHILO MEGHAMEDURA
KHUSHII-BHARÁ JALA DARDUR.
VAITECHILO JUTHII MADHUR PAVAN ÁVEG BHARE’.
JAŔE HALA CETAN-SAḾGHÁT
MANER MÁJHE MANTRASAMPÁT.
HALA NÚTAN ÁLOKAPÁT KUHELIKÁ CIRE’

23-08-1990