258 SHAGABATI GITA Save by a single gate, 23ATI GITA Here throngs of pilgrims And true, in holy meditati 1 While many, thirike, sca, SAKTI WORSHIP. But ingress f e, th To capan ly lighted chanber all on a Dewali* night I sat, meditated on the mystic Pow'r, Those honor the feast of light is held, tongue of flame between my eye-brows shone, t Changing the dimness to a perfect blaze. I heeded not that striking glow of light, But mused on still, when lo! a radiant child, Whose head was circled with a crown of glory, Appeared before me, brighter than the sun, Yet of a radiance milder than the moon. Then in a voice as sweet and musical As Saraswati's lute, she said to me :- "Poor mortal! She whom thou hast striven to find. Thro' weary years of anxious quest and toil,- The Virgin-Mother-Single Wife in one- Before thee stands. Art thou, my son, content?" I gazed and gazed on that Phenomenon With greedy eyes, and bated breath and pow'r Of utterance in utter wonder lost. I gazed and gazed as tho' for ever I Could gaze, unsated, on that radiant child,
- The Feast of Lamps, a festival of illumination held on the night
of the new moon in the month of Kartik (November). f The Yogis claim to have inward vision of an internal light between eye-brows. the The Goddess of Speec
