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When in the heart of the valley
and hid by the roses
The sweet Love lies,
Has he wings to rise to his heavens
or in the closes Lives and dies?

On the peaks of the radiant mountains
if we should meet him Proud and free,
Will he not frown on the valleys?
Would it befit him Chained to be?

Will you then speak of the one
as a slave and a wanton,
The other too bare?
But God is the only slave and
the only monarch We declare.

It is God who is Love
and a boy and a slave for
our passion He was made to serve;
It is God who is free and proud
and the limitless tyrant
Our souls deserve.

– Sri Aurobindo

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