Reminiscences of Ramana Maharshi – Harindranath Chattopadhyaya

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Harindranath Chattopadhyaya, poet and artiste was younger brother of Sarojini Naidu, the Nightingale of India.

The entry in Devaraja Mudaliar’s Day by Day with Bhagavan dated June 5, 1945 refers to a remark by Prof. Subba-ramayya (no.41) in the hall that he came across a copy of Chatto-padhyaya’s verses at Sri Aurobindo Ashram, with Sri Aurobindo’s notes at the margin highly commending some verses. There upon, Chattopadhyaya told Bhagavan that while at Sri Aurobindo Ashram for two years he composed about 4,000 sonnets and a poem of 5,000 lines. He gave a recitation of two of his poems before Bhagavan and acted a piece from his play in which a dock-labourer groaning under his work bursts out into a complaint. These were greatly appreciated.

Extracts from his poems:

The Thrice Marvellous Master – Sri Ramana

Eternity has worn a human face,

Contracted to a little human span,

Lo, the Immortal has become a man,

A self-imprisoned thing in time and space.

Upon a narrow couch you see him sit, Vision of tenderness and grace and calm; Upon the finite compass of His Palm He holds the secrets of the Infinite.

Thrice marvellous pure Master on the height, Towards whom we dumbly yearn, each one apart, Striving to hold Thy image in the heart,

O cleave our darkness with your searching light !

A Lyric to Sri Ramana

You are the light that never pales, The beacon-light that never fails, Nor flickers in the ruddiest gales Blowing across life’s darkened slope.

You are the comfort which endures, The constant kindly touch that cures, The voice that ever re-assures The heart when it is losing hope.

You are a huge horizon bent Over a world of discontent. Even in storm you strike a note Of safety while our floundering boat Gives up all hope of reaching shore.

O human body thrice divine! How very silently you shine Lamp-like upon the borderline Of all our struggle, all our strife.

Give us the high-illumined grace To make the heart your dwelling place, And may we evermore contain Your presence in each passing pain.

Increase our silence and our power, Be with us every fleeting hour.

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