Into the very thick of the combat-
Our Captain, our Warrior- her flaming sword, her battering mace,
Her thundering cry sweeps the field.
She brooks no delay, has no mercy for weakness-
Straight is her path and swift she speeds to the goal:
Here and now shall be her victory.
Terrible Mother who presses her children through blazing fire,
The sooner to burn out the dross and free the gold-
The sooner to smother them with her passionate bliss!
Her every tread crushes a demon’s head,
Unseals for mortals a fount of immortality.
- Oct 6, 1932, Nolini Kanta Gupta
(A poem from ‘To The Heights’, translated from ‘Vers Les Hauteurs’, Sri Aurobindo International Centre of Education, Pondicherry).
“Intolerant of imperfection, she deals roughly with all in man that is unwilling and she is severe to all that is obstinately ignorant and obscure: her wrath is immediate and dire against treachery and falsehood and malignity, ill-will is smitten at once by her scourge. Indifference, negligence and sloth in the divine work she cannot bear and she smites awake at once, with sharp pain, if need be, the untimely slumberer and the loiterer. When she is allowed to intervene in her strength, then in one moment are broken like things without consistence the obstacles that immobilize or the enemies that assail the seeker. If her anger is dreadful to the hostile and the vehemence of her pressure painful to the weak and timid, she is loved and worshipped by the great, the strong and the noble; for they feel that her blows beat what is rebellious in their material into strength and perfect truth, hammer straight what is wry and perverse and expel what is impure or defective. But for her what is done in a day might have taken centuries.”
(Sri Aurobindo on Mahakali in ‘The Mother”, published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry)
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