October 2, 1960

Pondicherry, October 2, 1960

Sunday evening

Sweet Mother,

As I did not find the translation of the Message fully satisfying, I have continued pondering over it. Then another possibility, which MAY be better, presented itself. Here it is:

Ce monde merveilleux de félicité,
à nos portes,
qui attend notre appel
pour descendre sur la terre.^{1'This wonderful world of delight,}

at our gates,
waiting for our call
to come down upon earth.'

In this way we keep the word appel [call], which is strong. All I did was change the relative pronoun (at first you had translated it as qui, à nos portes, attend notre appel...^{2'waiting at our gates for our call...'}).

I don't know. Perhaps it is more incisive this way.

Your child, with love.

Signed: Satprem

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(Mother's reply)

Monday morning

Yes, my dear little one, it is much better like that—it becomes poetry.^{3A somewhat mocking '!' is missing. This note was accompanied by a flower: 'Aristocracy of Beauty'.}

With all my tender affection.

Signed: Mother