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The Secret Of The Veda Aurobindo - HolyBooks.com

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Foreword 365<br />

and religion had replaced the Puranic and Brahminical and the<br />

old books and the Sanskrit language had ceased to be read and<br />

understood, this now familiar phrase would have been as meaningless<br />

in India as in Europe. Some infallible <strong>com</strong>mentator or<br />

ingenious scholar might have been proving to our entire satisfaction<br />

that Laxmi was the Dawn and Saraswati the Night or<br />

that they were two irreconcilable chemical substances — or one<br />

knows not what else! It is something of this kind that has overtaken<br />

the ancient clarities of the <strong>Veda</strong>; the sense is dead and only<br />

the obscurity of a forgotten poetic form remains. <strong>The</strong>refore when<br />

we read “Sarama by the path of the Truth discovers the herds”,<br />

the mind is stopped and baffled by an unfamiliar language. It<br />

has to be translated to us, like the phrase about Saraswati to<br />

the European, into a plainer and less figured thought, “Intuition<br />

by the way of the Truth arrives at the hidden illuminations.”<br />

Lacking the clue, we wander into ingenuities about the Dawn<br />

and the Sun or even imagine in Sarama, the hound of heaven,<br />

a mythological personification of some prehistoric embassy to<br />

Dravidian nations for the recovery of plundered cattle!<br />

And the whole of the <strong>Veda</strong> is conceived in such images.<br />

<strong>The</strong> resultant obscurity and confusion for our intelligence is<br />

appalling and it will be at once evident how useless would be<br />

any translation of the hymns which did not strive at the same<br />

time to be an interpretation. “Dawn and Night,” runs an impressive<br />

Vedic verse, “two sisters of different forms but of one<br />

mind, suckle the same divine Child.” We understand nothing.<br />

Dawn and Night are of different forms, but why of one mind?<br />

And who is the child? If it is Agni, the fire, what are we to<br />

understand by Dawn and Night suckling alternately an infant<br />

fire? But the Vedic poet is not thinking of the physical night, the<br />

physical dawn or the physical fire. He is thinking of the alternations<br />

in his own spiritual experience, its constant rhythm of<br />

periods of a sublime and golden illumination and other periods<br />

of obscuration or relapse into normal unillumined consciousness<br />

and he confesses the growth of the infant strength of the divine<br />

life within him through all these alternations and even by the<br />

very force of their regular vicissitude. For in both states there

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