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Book Eleven. The Book of Everlasting Day

Canto I           

 

 

Book Eleven: Canto I

The Eternal Day: the Soul’s Choice and the Supreme Consummation


Summary
It is God’s everlasting day. A marvellous sun looks down from ecstasy’s skies. Savitri’s soul is close to the founts of the Infinite. Immortal earths and griefless heavens come into view. All thrills with the immanence of the one Divine. Souls of luminous joy, faces of exquisite beauty, gem-cut cities and gleaming coasts are beheld around. She sees all Nature marvellously faultless, rapturous, beautiful. Her soaring vision alights on realms after realms of felicity where dwell the gods, nymphs, celestial musicians, high seers. There form is a light raiment of the soul, colour a visible tone of ecstasy. All is a potent and lucid joy. Time and Eternity live as one.Savitri discovers that the creator of these marvellous worlds is the same as the one who creates this universe, the same one whom her soul has faced as Death and Night. His darkness is no more; instead there is a luminous splendour. All grace and divinity arc here collected in a single form. She regards in him the Virat, the Spirit of things seen, the Hiranyagarbha, author of thoughts and dreams, the Superconscient (Prajna) creator of things in his all-knowing sleep. Above them is the brooding bliss of the Infinite, the bliss that made the world lives in his body.The two look upon each other; Soul sees Soul.Then a voice is heard:"Thou hast seen what man has missed in his blindness: my secrecies of Bliss. I am the inviolable ecstasy: those who have looked on me shall grieve no more. Heaven and Earth are We two powers born of one original ecstasy; but they are parted in the life of man. This gulf shall be healed one day. Till then you two shall serve the dual law and wait patiently. But if thou wouldst abandon the vexed world, then arise, ascend, O soul, into thy blissful home. Cast off the myth of earth’s desire, arise to felicity."A unique joy pours down on Savitri as she listens to this ensnaring voice. With a smile in her eyes, she replies: "O tempter with the lure of heaven, I climb not to thy everlasting Day. I will not turn from thy terrestrial way. Give me back the other self — Satyavan — whom the earth needs. Take not the warrior with his blow still unstruck. Earth is our field. There lies our task. Imperfect is the joy not shared by all. Let our will labour permitted by thy will."The Godhead of the wonderful Vision speaks:"How is it possible for earth-nature and man’s nature to rise to celestial levels and yet for the earth to abide? Not for earth is the All-Truth or the timeless bliss. Hers can be only some fragment gleams. Only a few can climb high, the heroes and demigods are too few. Most are built upon Nature’s earthly plan. The Inconscient draws things to its breast of Night and Death and Sleep. Man is the key. But even his Knowledge is an Ignorance. Leave it to the tardy pace of Time; all will be done in its hour for the soul of man is greater than his fate. O Flame, withdraw into thy luminous self Or return to thy original Might above thought and world. Be one with my power, thou art the World Mother and the Bride. Cast down desire into the gulfs. Melt into thy invisible Dame. There shalt thou know the Lord and the Loved, there shalt thou receive Satyavan into boundless Savitri, lose thyself into infinite Satyavan."Savitri replies to the radiant God:"In vain thou temptest us with solitary bliss. There is one task for which we are born — to change the earthly life into life divine. I keep my will to save the world and man. If thou and I are true, the world is also true. I have seen through the insentient mask of the secret Spirit in things; I have felt the stir of the growing God."The God answers"All that the Spirit has dreamed thou canst create. Thou art the force by which I made the world, thou art my vision, my will and my voice. But lead not the evolving spirit too soon, wait for Time and God. Arise upon a ladder of greater worlds to Infinity. Leave Spirit and Matter to this process in Time and Space to fulfil the intention of God. Ascend thou into thy timeless self.Discover the truth of god, man and world, know all, see and stamp thy will on Time."As the voice ceases, a Power goes forth shaking the very spheres and loosening the fixities of form, The heaven-worlds vanish in spiritual light. Savitri finds herself in an ineffable world. She is one with all. In that phantom of abolished Space there cries a voice that is unheard by ears:"Choose, Spirit, thy supreme choice. End thy journey, accept the weariness of thy notes, O music."Someone yearns within a bosom unknown and silently the woman’s heart replies:"O Lord, keep thy peace for the magnificent soul of man on earth."A second time rises the eternal cry:"My spirit leans down to break the knot of earth. Unweave the stars and pass into silence."In that immense and world-destroying pause, Savitri hears a million creatures cry to her. Her woman’s nature then speaks:“O Lord, give me thy oneness in the many, that is my sweet infinity of thy own innumerable souls."For the third time swells the admonishing call:"I spread the refuge of my wings, my power is withdrawn above the dreadful whirlings of the world.A sob of things was the answer to the voice. Passionately the woman’s heart responds:"O Lord, give me thy energy to take all things and creatures in their grief and gather them into a mother’s arms."For the last time the great warning sound is heard:"I open the wide eye of solitude to uncover the rapture of my bliss."A hymn of adoration mounts and the whole being of the woman replies with yearning:"O Lord, give me for earth and for men, thy embrace, thy joy, thy love, thy sweetness."After a silence a still blissful cry begins:"Thy thoughts arc mine, I have spoken with thy voice. All that thou hast asked I give to earth and men. I yoke thee to my power of work in Time. Thou shalt raise the earth-soul to Light and bring down God into the lives of men. For ever love, o beautiful slave of God. Built is the golden tower, the flame child is born. Descend to life with him thy heart desires. O Satyavan. O luminous Savitri, I sent you forth of old. You are my force at work to uplift earth’s fate. When the hour of the Divine draws near, the Mighty Mother shall take birth in Time and God be born into the human clay in forms made ready by your human lives. All then shall change. A mightier race shall inhabit the mortal’s world. The superman shall reign as King of life. The Spirit shall look out through Matter’s gaze and Matter shall reveal the Spirit’s fare. This earthly life shall become the life divine."The Voice ceases and the soul of Savitri plunges down through unseen worlds amidst joyous voices and triumphant cries greeting her all the way down. She holds the soul of Satyavan within her enveloping soul. The great wings of the Superconscient close above her and she finds herself buried in the breast of the Earth-Mother.A Spirit gazes upon destiny; a glance of undying Love falls from that gars. A wonderful face looks down with dealtless eyes. Over the wide earth broods the infinite bliss.


Marvellous Sun

A marvellous sun looked down from ecstasy’s skies
On worlds of deathless bliss, perfection’s home,
Magical unfoldings of the Eternal’s smile
Capturing his secret heart-beats of delight.

Savitri is in a realm of marvels.A wonderful sun earns down from skies of ecstasy upon worlds of deathless bliss, home of perfection, where the smile of the Eternal is constantly unfolded in its magic, captivating his inner heart-beats of delight.


Everlasting Day

God’s everlasting day surrounded her,
Domains appeared 8 of sempiternal light
Invading all Nature with the Absolute’s joy.

Her body quivered with eternity’s touch,
Her soul stood close to the founts of the infinite.

Infinity’s finite fronts she lived in, new
For ever to an everlasting sight.

8 Alternative: "Were there".

The everlasting day of God surrounds Savitri. Domains of eternal light flooding all Nature with the joy of the Absolute appear. Savitri’s body quivers with eternity’s touch; her soul stands close to the springs of the infinite. She lives in the finite projections of infinity which are ever new to a sight that is everlasting.


Eternity multiplies its Self-Look

Eternity multiplied its vast self-look
Translating its endless mightiness and joy
Into delight souls playing with Time could share
In grandeurs ever new-born from the unknown depths,
In powers that leaped immortal from unknown heights,
In passionate heart-beats of an undying love,
In scenes of a sweetness that can never fade.

Eternity looks at itself again and again and in so doing, renders its endless might and joy into a delight that the souls at play with Time (involved in the movement of Time) can share. It reveals itself in splendid greatnesses constantly thrown up from the unknown depths of its being, in powers leaping immortally from the unknown heights of its being, in intense heart-beats of an undying love, in scenes of a sweetness that is ever fresh.


Immortal Clarities of Form

Immortal to the rapturous heart and eyes,
In serene arches of translucent calm
From Wonder’s dream-vasts cloudless skies slid down
An abyss of sapphire; sunlight visited eyes
Which suffered without pain the absolute ray
And saw immortal clarities of form.

Cloudless skies, of deep sapphire-blue, curve down from the dream-vasts of Wonder; set in frames of translucent calm, they are immortal to the beholding rapturous heart and eyes; the measureless sunlight.ht touches the eyes which bear the absolute ray without any strain and see in that light the immortal clarifies of form.


Night Impossible

Twilight and mist were exiles from that air,
Night was impossible to such radiant heavens.

Firm in the bosom of immensity
Spiritual breadths were seen, sublimely born
From a still beauty of creative joy;

Both twilight and mist are banished from this air. Night cannot he in such radiant heavens. Cradled in this immensity are spiritual breadths profoundly born from some still beauty of creative bliss.


Sweet Embodied Thoughts

Embodied thoughts to sweet dimensions held
To please some carelessness of divine peace,
Answered the deep demand of an infinite sense
And its need of forms to house its bodiless thrill.

Thoughts take forms in happy dimensions to satisfy, as it were, some casual need in the divine peace around. By their happy embodiment they answer the deep demand of an infinite sense and fulfil its need for forms to contain its formless thrill.


Cosmic Rapture’s Revelry

A march of universal power in Time,
The harmonic order of self’s vastitudes
In cyclic symmetries and metric planes
Harboured a cosmic rapture’s revelry
In an endless figuring of the spirit in things
Planned by the artist who has dreamed the worlds;

A pageant of the universal power in Time, a harmonious order of the vasts of the self in cyclic patterns and rhythmic planes, upholds the play of a cosmic rapture in an endless game of the figurations of the spirit in things planned by the divine Artist who has dreamed the worlds into existence.


Eternity the Substance

Of all the beauty and the marvel here,
Of all Time’s intricate variety
Eternity was the substance and the source;
Not from a plastic mist of Matter made,
They offered the suggestion of their depths
And opened the great series of their powers.

Eternity is the source and the substance of all; he beauty and the marvel, all the complex variety of Time reigning here. They are not moulded from the mist of Matter; they throw hints of their depths and reveal the great series of the powers contained in them.


Homes of the Blest

Arisen beneath a triple mystic heaven
The seven immortal earths were seen sublime:
Homes of the blest released from death and sleep
Where grief can never come nor any pang
Arriving from self-lost and seeking worlds
Alter Heaven-nature’s changeless quietude
And mighty posture of eternal calm,
Its pose of ecstasy immutable.

Below the mystic heaven of Satchidananda are seen in their truth the seven immortal planes (based upon the eternal principles of Existence, Consciousness, Bliss, Truth-Consciousness. Mind, Life, Matter). These are the homes where dwell the blessed ones released from death and sleep, where neither grief nor any pang can conic from the self-lost and seeking worlds Wow to affect the unchanging quietude of the Heaven-nature, alter its eternal calm, its poise of immutable ecstasy,


God’s Wide Sleep

Plains lay that seemed the expanse of God’s wide sleep,
Thought’s wings climbed up towards heaven’s vast repose
Lost in blue deeps of immortality.

Plains lie like an expanse of God’s sleep. Thought soars up towards the vast repose of heaven lost in contemplation in the blue deeps of immortality.


Ocean of Felicity

A changed earth-nature felt the breath of peace.

Air seemed an ocean of felicity
Or the couch of the unknown spiritual rest,
A vast quiescence swallowing up all sound
Into a voicelessness of utter bliss;
Even Matter brought a close spiritual touch,
All thrilled with the immanence of one divine.

There is a changed earth-nature which fuels the breath of peace. The whole air seems to be an ocean of felicity or the bed of the unknown spiritual rest; it is a vast quietude swallowing up all sound into a silence of sheer bliss. Even Matter brings an intimate touch of the spirit. All thrills with the indwelling presence of the one Divine.


Splendour of things Divine

The lowest of these earths was still a heaven
Translating into the splendour of things divine
The beauty and brightness of terrestrial scenes.

Even the lowest of these earths (planes) is still a heaven rendering the beauty and brightness of earthly scenes into a splendour of divine things.


Climbing Mountain Ridges

Eternal mountains ridge on gleaming ridge
Whose lines were graved as on a sapphire plate
And etched the borders of heaven’s lustrous noon
Climbed like piled temple stairs and from their heads
Of topless meditation heard below
The approach of a blue pilgrim multitude
And listened to a great arriving voice
Of the wide travel hymn of timeless seas.

Against the blue skies arc seen ridge upon ridge of eternal mountains, etching as it were the borders of the lustrous noon of heaven, climbing like serried temple stairs; and from their peaks of meditation — which has no limit of ascension – they hear below the approach of a blue pilgrim multitude and listen to a great voice of arrival of the wide travel hymn of the timeless seas of creation.


Reviews o Felicity

A chanting crowd from mountain bosoms slipped
Past branches fragrant with a sigh of flowers
Hurrying through sweetnesses with revel leaps;
The murmurous rivers of felicity
Divinely rippled, honey-voiced desires,
Mingling their sister eddies of delight,
Then, widening to a pace of calm-lipped muse
Down many-glimmered estuaries of dream
Went whispering into lakes of liquid peace.

A joyous singing company emerges from the bosoms of the mountains and fleets past fragrant branches, hurrying through sweet tracts with revelling leaps. Softly murmuring, rivers of felicity ripple divinely; eddies of desires with voices of honey mingle with sister-eddies of delight. Then these rivers broaden to the rhythm of the calmly intoning muse and flow whispering down the many shining dream-estuaries into calm lakes of liquefied peace.


Sculptured Souls

On a brink held of senseless ecstasy
And guarding an eternal poise of thought
Sat sculptured souls dreaming by rivers of sound
In changeless attitudes of marble bliss.

By the banks of the rivers of sound are seated meditating souls, motionless, as if they are sculptured, on a brink of un-sensuous ecstasy, in an undisturbed eternal contemplation, in unchanging poises of pure solidified bliss.


Blissful Multitude

Around her lived the children of God’s day
In an unspeakable felicity,
A happiness never lost, the immortal’s ease,
A glad eternity’s blissful multitude.

All around Savitri are the children of the eternal day of God living in ineffable felicity which is never lost, in the ease of the immortal — the blissful company of a happy eternity.


Souls of Celestial Joy

Around, the deathless nations moved and spoke,
Souls of a luminous celestial joy,
Faces of stark beauty, limbs of the moulded Ray;
In cities cut like gems of conscious stone
And wonderful pastures and on gleaming coasts
Bright forms were seen, eternity’s luminous tribes.

All around deathless nations move and speak. There are souls of radiant celestial joy, visages of sheer beauty, limbs of the divine Ray of Light moulded in form. Bright forms, luminous tribes of eternity are seen in cities cut out like gems of living stone, on wonderful pastures and on sparkling coasts.


Godheads Whirl the Spheres

Above her rhythming godheads whirled the spheres,
Rapt mobile fixities here blindly sought
By the huge erring orbits of our stars.

Above her, Savitri beholds godheads in rhythmic play whirling the spheres, the moving self-rapt fixities blindly sought in huge orbits by our stars which ever miss their objectives.


Ecstatic Voices

Ecstatic voices smote at hearing’s chords,
Each movement found a music all its own;
Songs thrilled of birds upon unfading boughs,
The colours of whose plumage had been caught
From the rainbow of imagination’s wings.

Blissful voices strike the ear; each movement gives rise to its unique music. Birds with plumage of exquisite hues sit upon ever-fresh boughs and sing thrillingly.


Faery Flower-Masse

Immortal fragrance packed the quivering breeze,
In groves that seemed moved bosoms and trembling depths
The million children of the undying spring
Bloomed, pure unnumbered stars of hued delight
Nestling for shelter in their emerald sky:
Faery flower-masses looked with laughing eyes.

Immortal flagrance fills the wafting breeze. Flowers — the countless children of the eternal spring — bloom in groves that look like heaving bosoms and quivering depths: like innumerable stars of delightful hues sheltering in their green sky of grass, these faery flower-crowds look out with merry laughing eyes.


Dancing Chaos

A dancing chaos, an iridescent sea
Eternised to Heaven’s ever wakeful sight
The crowding petal-glow of marvel’s tints
Which float across the curtained lids of dream.

It is a veritable glowing sea of flowers, a dancing chaos, eternally watched by the unblinking eye of Heaven. Such rich glowing petals with their marvellous tints often flow across closed eyelids in dreams.


Immortal Harmonies

Immortal harmonies filled her listening ear;
A great spontaneous utterance of the heights
On titan wings of rhythmic grandeur borne,
Poured from some deep spiritual heart of sound
Strains trembling with the secrets of the gods.

Immortal harmonies fill Savitri’s listening ear. A great spontaneous speech of the heights comes borne on the huge wings of a rhythmic grandeur, pouring, from sonic deep spiritual fount of sound, notes quivering with the secrets of the gods.


Chantings from Wordless Tongue

A spirit wandered happily in the wind,
A spirit brooded in the leaf and stone;
The voices of thought-conscious instruments
Along a living verge of silence strayed,
And from some deep, a wordless tongue of things
Unfathomed, inexpressible, chantings rose
Translating into a voice the Unknown.

A spirit moves happily in the wind; a spirit broods in the leaf and stone. Voices of instruments that are conscious in thought wander close to a living edge of silence; and from some deep tongue of things speaking without words, rise chantings that are unfathomable and ineffable, rendering the Unknown into a voice.


Music Climbs in Aspiration

A climber on the invisible stair of sound,
Music not with these few and striving steps
Aspired that wander upon transient strings,
But changed its ever new uncounted notes
In a passion of unforeseeing discovery,
And kept its old unforgotten ecstasies
A growing treasure in the mystic heart.

Living behind the few old striving notes that emanate From transient, earthly strings, music aspires to climb the unseen stair of sound. It chances its ever new notes without count in a thrill of unexpected discovery it keeps alive its old ecstasies as a growing treasure in the mystic heart of things.


Search for lost Felicity

A consciousness that yearned through every cry
Of unexplored attraction and desire,
It found and searched again the unsatisfied deeps
Hunting as if in some deep secret heart
To find some lost or missed felicity.

Through every cry of virgin attraction and desire a consciousness yearns. It finds the depths but is not satisfied and searches them again and again as if hunting in some deep secret heart to find a lost or missing felicity.


Symphonies

In those far-lapsing symphonies she could hear
Breaking through enchantments of the ravished sense,
The lyric voyage of a divine soul
Mid spume and laughter tempting with its prow
The charm of innocent Circean isles,
Adventures without danger beautiful
In lands where siren Wonder sings its lures
From rhythmic rocks in ever-foaming seas.

In these rising and lapsing symphonies from afar, impinging upon her through the enchanted and ravished senses, Savitri hears the lyric of a divine soul’s voyage through the froth and ebullience of celestial waters, experiencing with its prow the delight of innocent magical isles, adventuring without danger to lands where enticing wonder sounds its attractive notes from symmetrical rocks in foaming seas.


Harmony of Original Sight

In the harmony of an original sight
Delivered from our limiting ray of thought,
And the reluctance of our blinded hearts
To embrace the Godhead in whatever guise,
She saw all Nature marvellous without fault.

In the harmony of the pristine, original vision freed from our limiting ray of mental thought, freed from the unwillingness of our blinded hearts to recognise and embrace the Godhead in whatever disguise or form, Savitri beholds all Nature, wonderful without blemish.


Vivid Raptures

Invaded by beauty’s universal revel
Her being’s fibre reached out vibrating
And claimed deep union with its outer selves,
And on the heart’s chords made pure to seize all tones
Heaven’s subtleties of touch unwearying forced
More vivid raptures than earth’s life can bear.

What would be suffering here, was fiery bliss.

Savitri’s being is overcome by the universal play of beauty and its vibrations spread out far to unite deeply with other forms which are experienced as its own outer selves. And the tireless subtle touches of heaven force intense raptures — which are more than what earth’s life can bear — upon her heart’s chords that are made pure to grasp all tones of bliss. What would be suffering on earth is felt here as a fiery bliss.


Undreamt Sweetness

All here but passionate hint and mystic shade
Divined by the inner prophet who perceives
The spirit of delight in sensuous things,
Turned to more sweetness than can now be dreamed.

Everything that is on earth is only a passionate hint and a mystic shade of things yet to be realised. This is glimpsed by the inner seer who perceives that the spirit of bliss in sensuous objects yields more sweetness than is deemed possible at present.


Eternal Bliss

The mighty signs of which earth fears the stress,
Trembling because she cannot understand,
And must keep obscure in forms strange and sublime,
Were here the first lexicon of an infinite mind
Translating the language of eternal bliss.

The mighty signs of bliss at whose impact the earth fears and trembles because she is unable to understand them and hence keeps them hidden in strange and profound forms, are here the first words of an infinite mind rendering the language of eternal bliss.


Rapture is Common

Here rapture was a common incident;
The lovelinesses of whose captured thrill
Our human pleasure is a fallen thread,
Lay, symbol shapes, a careless ornament,
Sewn on the rich brocade of Godhead’s dress.

Here rapture is commonplace. Our human pleasure is but a fallen thread of the seized thrill of that rapture whose enchanting beauty lives in symbol figures, as a casual decoration, sewn on the splendid brocade of the dress of the Deity.


Densities of Soul

Things fashioned were the imaged homes where mind
Arrived to fathom a deep physical joy;
The heart was a torch lit from infinity,
The limbs were trembling densities of soul.

Here the mind takes deep physical joy in all forms; the heart is a flare lighted from infinity — it has the luminous nature of infinity; all the limbs are vibrant congealments, self-modifications of the soul.


First Domains

These were the first domains, the outer courts
Immense but least in range and least in price,
The slightest ecstasies of the undying gods.

These are the initial domains, the outer courts; they are immense but their range and their value is the least in this world; the ecstasies here are the least of the ecstasies of the immortal gods.


Realm after Realm

Higher her swing of vision swept and knew,
Admitted through large sapphire opening gates
Into the wideness of a light beyond,
These were but sumptuous decorated doors
To worlds nobler, more felicitously fair.

Endless aspired the climbing of those heavens;
Realm upon realm received her soaring view.

Savitri’s vision soars higher and perceives more. She is admitted through large azure opening gates into a wide realm of a light beyond the first domains. These expanses, however, are but magnificent doors to worlds that are still more noble, yet more fair in their felicity. These heavens climb endlessly in their aspiration. Savitri beholds realm after realm as her sight soars.


Immortals’ Seats

Then on what seemed one crown of the ascent
Where finite and the infinite are one,
Immune she beheld the strong immortals’ seats
Who live for a celestial joy and rule
The middle regions of the unfading Ray.

Then she beholds on what looks like one summit of ascent where the finite and the infinite join, the strong, unassailable seats of the immortal gods who live for a celestial joy and preside over the intermediate regions of the ever-new Radiance of Truth.


Great Deities

Great forms of deities sat in deathless tiers,
Eyes of an unborn gaze towards her leaned
Through a transparency of crystal fire.

The deities with their magnificent forms are seen seated in immortal rows. Their eyes with their unborn gaze lean towards her through a transparent veil of pure, bright fire.


Heaven’s Cup-Bearers

In the beauty of bodies wrought from rapture’s lines,
Shapes of entrancing sweetness stilling bliss,
Feet glimmering upon the sun-stone courts of mind,
Heaven’s cup-bearers bore round the Eternal’s wine;

Heaven’s cup-bearers go round bearing the Eternal’s celestial wine. Beautiful are their bodies formed out of rapture; they are shapes of bewitching sweetness that holds the bliss still; their feet glimmer upon the sun-bright courts of the mind.


Golden-Bosomed Apsaras

A tangle of bright bodies, of moved souls
Tracing the close and intertwined delight,
The harmonious tread of lives for ever joined
In the passionate oneness of a mystic joy
As if sun-beams made living and divine,
The golden-bosomed Apsara goddesses,

The golden-bosomed Apsaras — celestial nymphs — are seen in intricate patterns of bright bodies, their sensitive souls experiencing an intimate and intertwined delight; their lives pass harmoniously joined for ever in the intense oneness of a mystic joy, as if they were so many sun-beams turned living and divine.


Riotous Whirl

In groves flooded from an argent disk of bliss
That floated through a luminous sapphire dream,
In a cloud of raiment lit with golden limbs
And gleaming footfalls treading faery swards,
Virgin motions of bacchant innocences
Who know their riot for a dance of God
Whirled linked in moonlit revels of the heart.

These Apsaras circle arm in arm in moonlit revels of the heart, in ever-new motions of intoxicated innocence, knowing their riotous movements for a dance of God. In groves that are floodlit by the silvery moon floating through a luminous azure dream-sky, dressed in could-like raimen’s lit with golden limbs and shining footfalls they tread the faery lawns.


Gandharvas

Impeccable artists of unerring forms,
Magician builders of sound and rhythmic words,
Wind-haired Gundhurvas chanted to the ear
The odes that shape the universal thought,
The lines that tear the veil from Deity’s face,
The rhythms that bring the sounds of wisdom’s sea.

There are the Gandharvas — the celestial musicians —, faultless artists of exact forms, magician builders of sound and harmonic words; heavenly minstrels with wind-like hair, chant odes that give rise to and shape universal thought, recite lines that tear away the veil from the face of the Deity and rhythms that bring to the ear the sounds of wisdom’s sea.


Great Forefathers

Immortal figures and illumined brows,
Our great forefathers in those splendours moved;
Termless in power and satisfied of light,
They enjoyed the sense of all for which we strive.

There are also seen our great ancestors moving in those splendours, immortal figures with illumined brows. They wield endless power and are content with the light of knowledge they have. They enjoy the essence of all for which we mortals strive.


High Seers and Poet

High seers, moved poets saw the eternal thoughts
That, travellers from on high, arrive to us
Deformed by our search, tricked by costuming mind,
Like gods disfigured by the pangs of birth,
Seized the great words which now are frail sounds caught
By difficult rapture on a mortal tongue.

There are the high seers, inspired poets who see the eternal thoughts that journeying front the higher regions arrive to us in shape that are deformed by our restless search for them, deceived by our mind that coats them with its own stuff — like gods disfigured in the throes of earthly birth. The great words of these seers and poets dwindle into weak sounds when they are caught by mortal tongue for the rapture is too difficult for men to express.


Veilless Love

The strong who stumble and sin were calm proud gods.

There lightning-filled with glory and with flame,
Melting in waves of sympathy and sight,
Smitten like a lyre that throbs to others’ bliss,
Drawn by the cords of ecstasies unknown,
Her human nature faint with heaven’s delight,
She beheld the clasp to earth denied and bore
The imperishable eyes of veilless love,

The strong who stumble in their defiance and sin without compunction on earth are here seen as calm proud gods.Savitri’s human nature is overwhelmed by heaven’s delight. tier nature is filled with fashes of glory and flame; it melts in waves of sympathy and sight; it is struck like a harp that throbs to the bliss of others it is drawn upwards by cords of unknown ecstasies. She beholds and bears the immortal eyes of unveiled love whose clasp and gaze are denied to earth.


Crown of Nature’s Stair

More climbed above, level to level reached,
Beyond what tongue can utter or mind dream:
Worlds of an infinite reach crowned Nature’s stir.

Worlds after worlds reveal themselves on soaring heights which are ineffable, beyond the reach of mind. They spread out infinitely crowning, as it were, the rising stair of Nature.


Form a Raiment of the Soul

There was a greater tranquil sweetness there,
A subtler and profounder ether’s field
And mightier scheme than heavenliest sense can give.

There breath carried a stream of seeing mind,
Form was a tenuous raiment of the soul:
Colour was a visible tone of ecstasy;

A greater, calm sweetness reigns here. It is the field of an ether that is more subtle and more profound, a scheme that is mightier than the most heavenly scheme one can imagine. Here breath is a flowing stream of the seeing mind (the mind that sees as it thinks); form is a thin, fragile raiment of the soul instead of being its obscuring veil; colour is a significant, visual tone of ecstasy, — each degree of ecstasy has its own hue.


Indwelling Spirit made Sensible

Shapes seen half immaterial by the gaze
And yet voluptuously palpable
Made sensible to touch the indwelling spirit.

The high perfected sense illumined lived
A happy vassal of the inner ray,
Each feeling was the Eternal’s mighty child
And every thought was a sweet burning god.

Shapes arc seen in their half-subtle. form; and yet they yield concrete sensuous delight, making the indwelling spirit sensible to touch. The sense is perfected, illumined and is content to wait upon the inner Ray. Each feeling is a mighty issue of the Eternal. Each thought vibrates with a sweet lime of god.


Potent and Lucid Joy

Air was a luminous feeling, sound a voice,
Sunlight the soul’s vision and moonlight its dream.

On a wide living base of wordless calm
All was a potent and a lucid joy.

The air is vibrant with a luminous soul-feeling; sound carries a soul-voice; sunlight is a vision of the soul and moonlight its dream. All is a potent and a lucid joy on the vast living base of speechless calm.


Her Spirit Floats Up

Into those heights her spirit went floating up
Like an upsoaring bird who mounts unseen
Voicing to the ascent his throbbing heart
Of melody till a pause of closing wings
Comes quivering in his last contented cry
And he is silent with his soul discharged,
Delivered of his heart’s burden of delight.

Savitri’s spirit goes floating high into these summits, like a soaring bird climbing unseen and voicing his vibrant heart of melody to the ascent till the wings close with a last contented cry and he is silent with the impulsion of his soul discharged and his heart’s burden of delight delivered.


To Inaccessible Spheres

Experience mounted on joy’s coloured breast
To inaccessible spheres in spiral flight.

There Time dwelt with Eternity as one;
Immense felicity joined rapt repose.

Her experience mounts up in spiral flights on the many-hued breast of joy to spheres that are normally inaccessible. Here where she arrives, Time companions Eternity, vast felicity is one with self-rapt repose.


Source of all

As one drowned in a sea of splendour and bliss
Mute in the maze of these surprising worlds
Turning she saw their living knot and source,
Key to their charm and fount of their delight,
And knew him for the same who snares our lives
Captured in his terrifying pitiless net,
And makes the universe his prison camp
And makes in his immense and vacant vasts
The labour of the stars a circuit vain
And death the end of every human road
And grief and pain the wages of man’s toil.

Like one drowned in a sea of splendour and bliss, dumb in the labyrinth of these astonishing worlds, Savitri turns and sees their living knot and source, the source of their charm, the fount of their delight, She perceives him — who is the source of all — as the very same Being who holds our lives in a snare, caught in his fearful pitiless net, who turns the entire universe into his prison camp, who makes the stars circle in vain in his immense and vacant vases, who makes death the end of every human road and pays grief and pain as the wages of mans toil in the world.


Sum of Sweetness

One whom her soul had faced as Death and Night
A sum of all sweetness gathered into his limbs
And blinded her heart to the beauty of the suns.

Transfigured was the formidable shape.

She finds that he whom her soul had confronted as Death and Night is here the one in whose limbs all sweetness is packed. In the contemplation of his beauty her heart becomes blind even to the beauty of the suns. The formidable shape of Death is completely transformed.


Revealing Splendour

His darkness and his sad destroying might
Abolishing for ever and disclosing
The mystery of his high and violent deeds,
A secret splendour rose revealed to sight
Where once the vast embodied Void had stood.

A secret splendour arises and reveals itself where the vast embodied Void had been seen before; it abolishes for ever his darkness and sad destroying power and discloses the mystery of his high and violent deeds.


Nights face Cwanged

Night the dim mask had grown a wonderful face.

The vague infinity was slain whose gloom
Had outlined from the terrible Unknown
The obscure disastrous figure of a god,
Fled was the error that arms the hands of grief,
And lighted the ignorant gulf whose hollow deeps
Had given to nothingness a dreadful voice.

The dim mask of Night has changed into a wonderful face. Slain is that vague infinity whose gloom had sketched the obscure calamitous figure of a god from some terrible Unknown; gone is the error that is the instrument of grief; lighted is the ignorant gulf whose empty deeps had lent a dreadful voice to nothingness.


Marvellous Sweetness

As when before the eye that wakes in sleep
Is opened the sombre binding of a book,
Illumined letterings are seen which kept
A golden blaze of thought inscribed within,
A marvellous form responded to her gaze
Whose sweetness justified life’s blindest pain;
All Nature’s struggle was its easy price,
The universe and its agony seemed worth while.

Just as before the eye that awakes in sleep the sombre bindings of a book open to reveal an illumined script containing a golden blaze of thought, so before Savitri’s awakened gaze a marvellous form reveals itself. Its sweetness justifies the blindest pain of life. The struggle Nature undergoes is an easy price to pay for this sweetness. The universe and its agony seem to be worthwhile to gain such a reward.


Lotus of Ecstasy

As if the choric calyx of a flower
Aerial, visible on music’s waves,
A lotus of light-petalled ecstasy
Took shape out of the tremulous heart of things.

From out of the trembling heart of things a veritable lotus of light-petalled ecstasy takes shape — like an aerial flower shaping itself on a wave of music.


No more Torment

There was no more the torment under the stars,
The evil sheltered behind Nature’s mask;
There was no more the dark pretence of hate,
The cruel ictus on Love’s altered face.

The torment that is usual under the earthly sky is no more; all evil hides behind the mask of Nature. No more is there the dark simulacrum of hate which is a cruel sheer altering of the face of Love. (Love denied or obstructed turns into a sudden movement of hate.)


Ruthless Love

Hate was the grip of a dreadful amour’s strife;
A ruthless love intent only to possess
Has here replaced the sweet original god;
Forgetting the Will-to-love that gave it birth,
The passion to lock itself in and to unite,
It would swallow all into one lonely self,
Devouring the soul that it had made its own,
By suffering and annihilation’s pain
Punishing the unwillingness to be one,
Angry with the refusals of the world,
Passionate to take but knowing not how to give.

Hate is only a hold in love’s fearful strife. On earth the sweet: original God of Love who loves to give has been displaced by a hard impostor love which wants only to possess. It forgets the will to love that gave birth to it; it forgets its passion to merge itself and become one with the beloved and wants instead to swallow everything into its one single self, to devour the soul that it has loved and made its own. If the other is unwilling to be so treated, it inflicts upon it suffering and the pain of annihilation; it is angry with the refusals of the world to submit to its demands. It is passionately eager to take but not to give.


Death’s Cowl Cast Assie

Death’s sombre cowl was cast from Nature’s brow;
There lightened on her the godhead’s lurking love.

All grace and glory and all divinity
Were here collected in a single form;
All worshipped eyes looked through his from one face;
He bore all godheads in his grandiose limbs.

The dark mask of death is removed from Nature’s brow. Instead there gleams the lurking love of God on her front.All grace, all glory, all divinity are here focussed in one form; all adored eyes gaze through his eyes from one face; Death transformed holds all godheads in his grandiose limbs.


Oceanic Spirit

An oceanic spirit dwelt within;
Intolerant and invincible in joy
A flood of freedom and transcendent bliss
Into immortal lines of beauty rose.

An oceanic spirit surges within him. Intolerant, irrepressible in joy, a flood of freedom and supreme transcendent bliss rises up into immortal patterns of beauty.


Fourfold Being

In him the fourfold Being bore its crown
That wears the mystery of a nameless Name,
The universe writing its tremendous sense
In the inexhaustible meaning of a word.

In this transmuted form is beheld the mighty Being of four poises9 —waking, dream, sleep and transcendent — in its supremacy, wearing the mystery of a Name which signifies the Nameless, bearing a Word in whose inexhaustible meaning the whole universe has compressed its stupendous sense.

9 And the Self is fourfold (Mandukya Upanishad, 2).


Virat (I)

In him the architect of the visible world,
At once the art and artist of his works,
Spirit and seer and thinker of things seen,
Virât, who lights his camp-fires in the suns
And the star-entangled ether is his hold,
Expressed himself with Matter for his speech:

He is Virat, the Self of the waking universe 10, who presides over the wakeful state of Consciousness, the great designer of the gross world; he is the activating spirit, the seer and cogniser of things that are seen physically; the suns are his camp-lire ; the star-studded ether is his base; Matter is his mould of expression — he manifests primarily in Matter.

10He whose place is the wakefulness, who is wise of the outward…who feels and enjoys gross objects…the Universal Male, He is the first (Mandukya Upanished, 3).


Virat (II)

Objects are his letters, forces are his words,
Events are the crowded history of his life,
And sea and land are the pages of his tale,
Matter is his means and his spiritual sign;
He hangs the thought upon a lash’s lift,
In the current of the blood makes flow the soul.

In this speech through Matter, material objects form his letters and the active forces his worth. The events that take place are the crowded pageant of his life; sea and land are so many pages of his tale. His instrumentation is Matter and his spiritual emblem also is Matter. He supports thought upon his vital force and makes the soul flow in the movement of the life-blood.


Virat (III

His is the dumb will of atom and of clod;
A Will that without sense or motive acts,
An Intelligence needing not to think or plan,
The world creates itself invincibly;
For its body is the body of the Lord
And in its heart stands Virât, King of kings.

There is a mute Will that is alive in the atom and in the clod; that is the will of this Virat Purusha. It acts without apparent motive or sense. There is an Intelligence — which is again his — that does not need to think or to plan. The world forms itself spontaneously and victoriously; that is because its body is the body of the Lord in whose he-art stands Virat, the King of kings.


Hiranyagarbha (I)

In him shadows his form the Golden Child
Who in the Sun-capped Vast cradles his birth:
Hiranyagarbha, author of thoughts and dream,
Who sees the invisible and hears the sounds
That never visited a mortal ear,

Close to Virat, in his subtle shadow emerges 11 Hiranyagarbha, the Self of the Dream-world, the Golden Child

11 He who place is in the dream, who is wise of the inward…who feels and enjoys subtle objects… the Inhabitant in Luminous Mind, He is the second (Mandukya Upanishad. 4).who takes birth in the luminous Vasts above, who is the source of thought and dream, whose sight penetrates the invisible, whose hearing catches sounds that have never reached the human ear.


Hiranyagarbha (II)

Discoverer of unthought realities,
Truer to Truth than all we have ever known,
He is the leader on the inner roads;
A seer, he has entered the forbidden realms;
A magician with the omnipotent wand of thought,
He builds the secret uncreated worlds.

He discovers realities unthought of by the mind, which are more true than all the truths that we have ever known. Hiranyagarbha, the Golden Child, is the path¬finder on the inner roads. Seer that he is, he has entered realms normally closed to mortals. He is a magician wielding an all-powerful faculty of thought; he fashions new secret worlds.


Hiranyagarbha (III)

Armed with the golden speech, the diamond eye,
His is the vision and the prophecy:
Imagist casting the formless into shape,
Traveller and hewer of the unseen paths,
He is the carrier of the hidden fire,
He is the voice of the Ineffable,
He is the invisible hunter of the light,
The Angel of mysterious ecstasies,
The conqueror of the kingdoms of the soul.

With his golden (truth) speech and bright penetrating eye, what he sees is vision and what he speaks is prophecy: as the imagist, he constantly casts the formless into forms; be hews new unseen paths and travels upon them; he carries in him the mystic Fire, he speaks what is beyond speech, be is the unseen hunter of the light that eludes, the happy Angel of the mysterious ecstasies of the subtle realms. He conquers the inner kingdoms of the soul.


Prajna (I)

A third spirit stood behind, their hidden cause,
A mass of superconscience closed in light,
Creator of things in his all-knowing sleep.

Behind both the Virat and the Hiranyagarbha — their secret cause — stands a third Purusha, the Prajna. His is a massed superconscience, 12 wrap in himself, with closed eyes. He broods in his omniscient sleep and creates all things.

12 He whose place is perfect slumber, who is bream oneness, who is wisdom fathered into _ itself… Prajana, the Lord of Wisdom, He is the third. This is the Almighty, this is the Omniscient, this is the inner Soul, this is the Womb of the Universe (Mandukya Upanishad, 5, 6).


Prajna(II)

All from his stillness came as grows a tree;
He is our seed and core, our head and base.

All light is but a flash from his closed eyes:
An all-wise Truth is mystic in his heart,
The omniscient Ray is shut behind his lids:
He is the Wisdom that comes not by thought,
His wordless silence brings the immortal word.

Like a tree growing from the soil, all issues from his silence. He is at once our source, our core, our head and our base. All our light is only a flash from his closed eyes; in his heart is the mystic all-wise Truth, behind his closed eyelids is the omniscient Ray of Light. His wisdom is not arrived at by the process of thought it is self-existent. He does not need to speak to express the potent immortal word; his wordless silence brings it forth.


Prajna (III)

He sleeps in the atom and the burning star,
He sleeps in man and god and beast and stone:
Because he is there the Inconscient does its work,
Because he is there the world forgets to die,
He is the centre of the circle of God,
He is the circumference of Nature’s run.

His slumber is an Almightiness in things,
Awake, he is the Eternal and Supreme.

He is dormant in the atoms and in the burning star. He is asleep in all forms, god, man, beast, stone. Because he is there within it, the Inconscient does its work faultlessly. And because he is there indwelling, the world does not die. Of the circle of God, he is the Centre, he is also the circumference within which Nature moves. His is a creative slumber that is the pervading might of God in all things, Awake, he is the Eternal, the Supreme.


Infinite

Above was the brooding bliss of the Infinite,
Its omniscient and omnipotent repose,
Its immobile silence absolute and alone.

All powers were woven in countless concords here.

Above this Being is the Infinite in its conscious bliss, reposing in its omniscience and omnipotence, alone and absolute in its immutable silence 13. All powers are held together here in infinite harmony.

13 Whose essentiality is awareness of the Self in its single existence,… Who is Calm, Who is Good, Who is the One than whom there is no other, Him they deem the fourth (Mandukya Upanishad, 7).


Embodied Bliss

The bliss that made the world in his body lived.

Love and delight were the head of the sweet form,
In the alluring meshes of their snare
Recaptured the proud blissful members held
All joys outrunners of the panting heart
And fugitive from life’s outstripped desire.

Here in the body of the Infinite is the bliss that has made the world; of his sweet form love and delight are the head. All joys outstripping the passionate human heart, escaping from the clutches of life’s desire are here recaptured and held by the proud blissful members of the Being in the captivating meshes of their net.


Beauty of his Face

Whatever vision has escaped the eye,
Whatever happiness comes in dream and trance,
The nectar spilled by love with trembling hands,
The joy the cup of Nature cannot hold,
Had crowded to the beauty of his face,
Were waiting in the honey of his laugh.

In the beauty of his face is collected whatever vision may have escaped the mortal eye, whatever happiness that comes in dream and trance, the sweet nectar spilt by love in excitement, the joy that Nature’s vessel cannot contain; they are all there in his honeyed laughter.


Fathomless Look

Things hidden by the silence of the hours,
The ideas that find no voice on living lips,
The soul’s pregnant meeting with infinity
Had come to birth in him and taken fire:
The secret whisper of the flower and star
Revealed its meaning in his fathomless look.

In him are born and burn bright the things that lie veiled by the silence of earthly time, the ideas that are not expressable in speech, the potent meeting of the inner soul with infinity. In his profound, deep look stands revealed the meaning of the secret message of the flower and the star.


Eloquent Smile

His lips curved eloquent like a rose of dawn;
His smile that played with the wonder of the mind
And stayed in the heart when it had left his mouth
Glimmered with the radiance of the morning star
Gemming the wide discovery of heaven.

The curving of his lips is as exquisite as the rosy dawn. His smile sporting with the wonder of his mind continues to remain in his heart even after it leaves his mouth; it shines with the sparkle of the morning star, bright as a gem of heavenly revelation.


Regard of Eternity

His gaze was the regard of eternity;
The spirit of its sweet and calm intent
Was a wise home of gladness and divulged
The light of the ages in the mirth of the hours,
A sun of wisdom in a miracled grove.

His look is the gaze of Eternity. In its sweetness and concentrated calm of purpose is a sage felicity; it reveals the wisdom of the ages in the joy of fleeting time. In that gaze is gathered wisdom in a miraculous cluster.


Common Home

In the orchestral largeness of his mind
All contrary seekings their close kinship knew,
Rich-hearted, wonderful to each other met
In the mutual marvelling of their myriad notes
And dwelt like brothers of one family
Who had found their common and mysterious home.

All opposites find a close inner relation in the harmonious wideness of his mind; opulent in spirit, they appear wonderful to each other and mutually marvelling at each other’s myriad different qualities, they dwell like members of one family who have found their common and mysterious home.


Soul Sees Soul

As from the harp of some ecstatic god
There springs a harmony of lyric bliss
Striving to leave no heavenly joy unsung,
Such was the life in that embodied Light.

He seemed the wideness of a boundless sky,
He seemed the passion of a sorrowless earth,
He seemed the burning of a world-wide sun.

Two looked upon each other, Soul saw Soul.

Life in this manifest Light is like a harmony of lyric bliss issuing from the lyre of an ecstatic god. striving to leave no celestial joy unsung. He seems to be the wideness of the boundless sky; he seems to personify the passion of an earth freed of sorrow; he seems to be the flaming of a world-wide sun.The Two look at each other. Soul regards Soul. The Soul that was Savitri faces the Soul that was Death.


A Voice Soars Up

Then like an anthem from the heart’s lucent cave
A voice soared up whose magic sound could turn
The poignant weeping of the earth to sobs
Of rapture and her cry to spirit song:

Then like an anthem rising from the luminous cavern of the heart, a voice soars up whose enchanting sound can change the painful weeping of suffering earth into sobs of rapture and her cry into a happy song of the spirit.


Entries of Heavenlier State

O human image of the deathless word,
How hast thou seen beyond the topaz walls
The gleaming sisters of the divine gate,
Summoned the genii of their wakeful sleep,
And under revelation’s arches forced
The carved thought-shrouded doors to swing apart,
Unlocked the avenues of spiritual sight
And taught 14 the entries of a heavenlier state
To thy rapt soul that bore the golden key?

"O human image of the immortal word, how hast thou seen beyond the transparent walls the bright sentinel-companions of the divine gate, called the genii from their conscious sleep, forced the thought-covered doors under the arches of revelation to swing open, unlocked passages of spiritual sight and shown the wide entries of a heavenlier state to thy intense soul carrying the precious golden key to the treasures beyond?

14 Alternative: " Vistaed”.


Secret Sight Reveals

In thee the secret sight man’s blindness missed
Has opened its view past Time, my chariot course,
And death, my tunnel which I drive through life
To reach my unseen distances of bliss.

I am the hushed search of the jealous gods
Pursuing my wisdom’s vast mysterious work
Seized in the thousand meeting ways of heaven.

"The secret sight which man misses in his blindness has opened in thee its view beyond Time and shown to thee the course of my chariot, shown how death is my underground channel through life to reach my hidden vistas of bliss. I am the objective of the intense quest of the jealous gods who pursue the vast mysterious word of my wisdom which is seized in the confluence of the myriad ways of heaven.


Beauty of Unveiled Ray

I am the beauty of the unveiled Ray
Drawing through the deep roads of the infinite night
The unconquerable pilgrim soul of earth
Beneath the flaring torches of the stars.

I am the beauty of the secret Divine Ray, attracting, through all the deep roads of the endless night, the unconquerable pilgrimaging soul of earth beneath the flaming torches of the stars.


Inviolable Ecstasy

I am the inviolable Ecstasy;
They who have looked on me, shall grieve no more.

The eyes that live in night shall see my form.

I am the Ecstasy that is unassailable. Those who have looked on me shall have no more grief. They who are not distracted by the pleasures and the little joys of life but live closed in their consciousness to the outside world shall see my forms.


Heaven and Earth

On the pale shores of conscious foaming straits
That flow beneath a grey tormented sky
Two powers from one original ecstasy born
Pace near, but parted in the life of man;
One leans to earth, the other yearns to the skies:
Heaven in its rapture dreams of perfect earth,
Earth in its sorrow dreams of perfect heaven.

"On the obscure spaces of the earth where consciousness is labouring to emerge below the dull agitated skies, two powers issuing from one source of Bliss move close to each other and yet are divided in the life of man; they are Soul and Nature. Nature leans down to earth; the Soul longs to reach the skies. Heaven in the rapture of its perfection dreams and works for the perfection of earth; earth in its imperfection and sorrow dreams and longs for perfect heaven.


Two Powers Sundered

The two longing to join, yet walk apart,
Idly divided by their vain conceits;
They are kept from their oneness by enchanted fears;
Sundered mysteriously by miles of thought,
They gaze across the silent gulfs of sleep.

"These two powers — Soul and Nature — yearn to unite but still walk apart from each other, vainly divided by their empty conceits of independence. They are kept apart from uniting by baseless but enspelling fears of each other; they are cut off from one another inexplicably by thought-woven distances; they look at each other across the mute gulfs of obscurity.


Like Divorced Bride and Bridegroom

Or side by side reclined upon my vasts
Like bride and bridegroom magically divorced
They wake to yearn, but never can they clasp
While thinly flickering hesitates uncrossed
Between the lovers on their nuptial couch
The shadowy eidolon of a sword.

"Or these two Powers — Nature and Soul — recline upon my vasts side by side like bride and bridegroom inexplicably separated. When they wake up they yearn for each other, but they cannot clasp one another as long as the shadowy spectre of a sword hangs above, swinging hesitatingly without striking, between these lovers on their marriage bed.


Curtain Drawn Back

But when the phantom flame-edge fails undone,
Then never more can space or time divide
The lover from the loved; space shall draw back
Her great translucent curtain. Time shall be
The quivering of the spirit’s endless bliss.

"But once this unsubstantial phantom sword with its sharp edge fails and is dissolved, then the two can no longer be divided by space or time. Space shall draw back her transparent dividing veil between the lover and the loved Time shall vibrate with the endless bliss of the Spirit.


Dual Law

Attend that moment of celestial fate.

Meanwhile you two shall serve the dual law
Which only now the scouts of vision glimpse
Who pressing through the forest of their thoughts
Have found the narrow bridges of the gods.

"Await thou that destined moment of heaven. In the meanwhile you both shall follow and serve the dual law — the law of the separated Two — the true nature of which is at present glimpsed only by the wide-winged messengers of vision who press through the thick forest of their thoughts and discover the narrow bridges of the gods which shall span the gulf.


Division a Delightful Means

Wait patient of the brittle bars of form
Making division your delightful means
Of happy oneness rapturously enhanced
By attraction in the throbbing air between.

"Be patient, bear with the fragile bars of form making this division your delightful way of achieving a happier oneness, by an ecstatically enhanced attraction in the vibrantly yearning air between you.


Abandon the Vexed World

Yet if thou wouldst abandon the vexed world
Careless of the dark moan of things below,
Tread down the isthmus, overleap the flood,
Cancel thy contract with the labouring Force,
Renounce the tie that joins thee to earth-kind,
Cast off thy sympathy with mortal hearts.

"But, if thou wouldst give up this troubled world, heedless of the cry of distressed things below, then walk over the linking land-strip, leap across the separating flood, cancel thy contract to share the toil of the Force at work in earth-nature, abandon the bond that ties thee to the earth-kind, throw away thy sympathy with those mortal hearts.


Ascend into Thy Blissful Home

Arise, vindicate thy spirit’s conquered right:
Relinquishing thy charge of transient breath,
Under the cold gaze of the indifferent stars
Leaving thy borrowed body on the sod,
Ascend, O soul, into thy blissful home.

Arise, assert the right won by thy spirit over Nature. Give up thy burden of the fleeting breath of life, leave this body borrowed from Nature on the sward under the cold gaze of the stars that care not, and ascend, O soul, into thy own blissful home.


To Felicity Arise

Here in the playground of the eternal Child
Or in domains the wise Immortals tread
Roam with thy comrade splendour under skies
Spiritual lit by an unsetting sun,
As godheads live who care not for the world
And share not in the toil of Nature’s powers:
Absorbed in their self-ecstasy they dwell.

Cast off the ambiguous myth of earth’s desire,
O immortal to felicity arise.”

Here in the happy playground of the eternal Child or in the domains of the wise Immortals, walk with Satyavan, thy splendorous Comrade under spiritual skies lit by the sun that never sets; live here as the gods live, caring not for the world, sharing not in the toil and hardship of Nature’s forces. These gods live ever absorbed and contented in their self-ecstasy. Cast off, thou, this dubious fiction of the earth’s desire. Arise to felicity, O immortal."


Joy Pours Down

On Savitri listening in her tranquil heart
To the harmony of the ensnaring voice
A joy exceeding earth’s and heaven’s poured down
The bliss of an unknown eternity,
A rapture from some waiting Infinite.

As Savitri listens in her tranquil heart to the harmonious notes of this deceptive voice, a joy pours down on her exceeding the joy of earth and even the joy of heaven it is the bliss of some unknown eternity, a rapture from some Infinite awaiting her.


Smile Ripples Out

A smile came rippling out in her wide eyes,
Its confident felicity’s messenger
As if the first beam of the morning sun
Rippled along two wakened lotus-pools:

As a messenger of the confident felicity of her heart, a smile gently ripples across her wide eyes, like the first beam of the morning sun rippling along two awakened lotus-pools.


I Climb not

O besetter of man’s soul with life and death
And the world’s pleasure and pain and Day and Night,
Tempting his heart with the far lure of heaven,
Testing his strength with the close touch of hell,
I climb not to thy everlasting Day,
Even as I have shunned thy eternal Night.

"O thou who assailest man’s soul with life and death, the pleasure of the world and its pain, light and obscurity — Day and Night —, who tempest man’s heart with the distant lures of heaven, testest his strength and endurance with the close touch of hell, I reject thy everlasting Day of Light, even as I have scorned thy eternal Night of Darkness.


Give back the other Self

To me who turn not from thy terrestrial Way,
Give back the other self my nature asks,
Thy spaces need him not to help their joy;
Earth needs his beautiful spirit made by thee
To fling delight down like a net of gold.

"l do not turn away from thy terrestrial course; give me back my other self — Satyavan — whom, surely, thy spaces do not indispensably need for their happiness. The earth, on the other hand, needs his beautiful spirit — made by thee — to cast down delight like an enchanting net of gold.


Earth is the Chosen Place

Earth is the chosen place of mightiest souls;
Earth is the heroic spirit’s battlefield,
The forge where the Arch-mason shapes his works.

Thy servitudes on earth are greater, king,
Than all the glorious liberties of heaven.

"The earth is the appointed field for the mighty of soul. The earth is the combat place for the heroic in spirit. It is the forge where the greatest creative builder shapes his material. O King, subjections to thee on earth are greater than all the glorious freedoms in heaven.


Heavens once my Home

The heavens were once to me my natural home,
I too have wandered in star-jewelled groves,
Paced sun-gold pastures and moon-silver swards
And heard the harping laughter of their streams
And lingered under branches dropping myrrh;

"Indeed the heavens were once my natural home, before I came down to earth. I too have wandered in their star-studded groves, walked in their sun-bright tracts and moon-lit turfs, heard the musical laughter of their streams and halted under branches dripping sweet myrrh.


I too have Revelled

I too have revelled in the fields of light
Touched by the ethereal raiment of the winds,
Thy wonder-rounds of music I have trod,
Lived in the rhyme of bright unlabouring thoughts,
I have beat swift harmonies of rapture vast,
Danced in spontaneous measures of the soul
The great and easy dances of the gods.

"I too have exulted in the fields of light fanned by the ethereal raiment of the winds; I have trodden thy wonderful rounds of music; I have lived in the rhythms of bright and spontaneous thoughts; my heart has beat to the quick harmonies of vast rapture; I have danced in the spontaneous steps of the soul the great and easy dances of the gods.


Heavier Tread is Mine

Oh, fragrant are the lanes thy children walk
And lovely is the memory of their feet
Amid the wonder-flowers of Paradise:
A heavier tread is mine, a mightier touch.

How fragrant are those lanes where thy children walk and how lovely is the memory of their feet amid alt the marvels of the flowers of that Paradise! But my tread is earthly, heavier than that of those celestial children. It has a mightier touch — because of the purpose before it.


My Spirit to Embrace Mankind

There where the gods and demons battle in night
Or wrestle on the borders of the Sun,
Taught by the sweetness and the pain of life
To bear the uneven strenuous beat that throbs
Against the edge of some divinest hope,
To dare the impossible with these pangs of search,
In me the spirit of immortal love
Stretches its arms out to embrace mankind.

"There, in the earth-field, where the gods and demons fight in darkness or engage in combat on the outskirts of the Sun of the Spirit, my spirit of immortal love extends its arms wide to embrace the whole of mankind. My spirit has been taught by the joy and pain of life to bear and endure the uneven and tiring beat of the heart of earth-life that throbs at the brink of a supremely divine hope; my spirit has been taught to attempt the impossible in its suffering search.


Unshared Joy is Imperfect

Too far thy heavens for me from suffering men.

Imperfect is the joy not shared by all.

Oh to spread forth, oh to encircle and seize
More hearts till love in us has filled thy world!

For me thy heavens are too far away from the suffering men for whom I strive. Joy that is not shared with all is indeed imperfect. How I long to spread myself, to encircle and seize in the net of my love more and more hearts till love in us has tilled thy world!


Take not the Warrior

O life, the life beneath the wheeling stars
For victory in the tournament with death,
For bending of the fierce and difficult bow,
For flashing of the splendid sword of God!

O thou who soundest the trumpet in the lists,
Part not the handle from the untried steel,
Take not the warrior with his blow unstruck.

Are there not still a million fights to wage?

O life beneath the labouring stars in the heavens, O thou who blowest the trumpet in the call for battle, in order to win victory in this tournament with death, in order to bend the fierce and difficult bow of Nature, in order to flash-strike the splendid sword of God, do not separate the hilt from the steel before it is used, do not snatch away the warrior before he has struck his blow.Surely there are innumerable fights still to be waged.


Weld us to One

O King-smith, clang on still thy toil begun,
Weld us to one in thy strong smithy of life.

Thy fine-curved jewelled hilt call Savitri,
Thy blade’s exultant smile name Satyavan.

Fashion to beauty, point us through the world.

O King-smith, continue thy toil in thy powerful smithy of life, till thou hat welded us into one. Call thou thy fine-shaped jewelled hilt Savitri; for I am that. Call the exultant flash of thy blade Satyavan; for he is that. Fashion us together into a head of beauty draw us through the world.


Break not the Lyre

Break not the lyre before the song is found;
Are there not still unnumbered chants to weave?

O subtle-souled musician of the years,
Play out what thou hast fluted on my stops;
Arise from the strain their first wild plaint divined
And that discover which is yet unsung.

"Do not break the lyre before the intended song is found. Innumerable are the chants still to be woven and sung. O fine-souled, sempiternal musician, play to the end the notes that thou didst begin to strike on my way-stops. Ascend from the movement pointed by their first spontaneous cry. Discover that which is still not sung.


Thy Will is Supreme

I know that I can lift man’s soul to God,
I know that he can bring the Immortal down.

Our will labours permitted by thy will
And without thee an empty roar of storm,
A senseless whirlwind is the titan’s force
And without thee a snare the strength of gods.

"I know fully well that I can lift man’s soul to God; I know also that man can bring the Immortal down on earth. Our will works under the sanction of thy will. Without thee, the force of the titan turns out to be a mere empty roar of storm, a whirlwind without issue. Without thee, all the strength of the gods is a mere snare that misleads.


Achieve the Desire

Let not the inconscient gulf swallow man’s race
That through earth’s ignorance struggles towards the Light.

O thunderer with the lightnings of the soul,
Give not to darkness and to death thy sun,
Achieve thy wisdom’s hidden firm decree
And the mandate of thy secret world-wide love.”

"Let not the gulf of inconscience swallow up the race of man which is struggling towards the Light through all the earth’s ignorance. O thunder with soul-lightnings, do not deliver thy bright sun unto darkness and death. Fulfil the hidden, firm decree of thy Omniscience, the mandate of thy secret world-embracing love."


Lost in Thought’s Immensities

Her words failed lost in thought’s immensities
Which seized them at the limits of their cry
And hid their meaning in the distances
That stir to more than ever speech has won
From the Unthinkable, end of all our thought,
And the Ineffable from whom all words come.

Savitri’s words fail and get lost in the immensities of thought which seize them at their farthest points and. conceal their meaning in the far seniors that vibrate with what can never be won from the Unthinkable and expressed by speech, — the Unthinkable in which all our thought ends, the Ineffable which is the source of all our words.


Gulf Impossible

Then with a smile august as noonday heavens
The godhead of the vision wonderful:
“How shall earth-nature and man’s nature rise
To the celestial levels, yet earth abide?

Heaven and earth towards each other gaze
Across a gulf that few can cross, none touch,
Arriving through a vague ethereal mist
Out of which all things form that move in space,
The shore that all can see but never reach.

Then the Godhead replies with a solemn smile "How is it possible for earth-nature and man’s nature to rise to the celestial levels, assume celestial nature and at the same time for the earth to continue to exist? Heaven and earth caw at each other, but there is a gulf between which few can cross. None, coming through the ethereal spaces from which all forms in space issue, can touch the other shore which all can see but none ever reach.


Heaven’s Light visits sometimes

Heaven’s light visits sometimes the mind of earth;
Its thoughts burn in her sky like lonely stars;
In her heart there move celestial seekings soft
And beautiful like fluttering wings of birds,
Visions of joy that she can never win
Traverse the fading mirror of her dreams.

It is true that heaven’s tight does visit the mind of earth sometimes and heaven’s thoughts burn in the sky of that mind like solitary stars. Celestial aspirations and quests — delicate and beautiful like the undulating wings of birds — move in the heart of earth. Visions of joy that she can never attain flit across the mirror of her dissolving dreams.


Sorrowful Flowers

Faint seeds of light and bliss bear sorrowful flowers,
Faint harmonies caught from a half-heard song
Fall swooning mid the wandering voices’ jar,
Foam from the tossing luminous seas where dwells
The beautiful and far delight of gods,
Raptures unknown, a miracled happiness
Thrill her and pass half-shaped to mind and sense.

"Weak seeds of light and bliss bear flowers full of sorrow. Faint notes of harmony grasped from a song that is only half-heard, vet lost amidst the cacophony of the wandering voices. The white spray of the luminous seas where dwells the beautiful and distant delight of the gods, unknown raptures, happiness that is miraculous, thrill the earth and touch half-formed its mind and sense.


Strange Perfection

Above her little finite steps she feels
Careless of knot or pause, worlds which weave out
A strange perfection beyond law and rule,
A universe of self-found felicity,
An inexpressible rhythm of timeless beats,
The many-movemented heart-beats of the One,
Magic of the boundless harmonies of self,
Order of the freedom of the infinite,
The wonder-plastics of the Absolute.

There is the All-Truth and there the timeless bliss.

Earth-nature is aware, above her small, limited steps, of worlds which fashion — disregarding incidental knot; and halts — a new pattern of perfection quite beyond earth’s law and rule. It is a new universe of self-caused, self-sufficient felicity; an ineffable rhythm of the beats of the eternal, of the multiply acting heart-beats of the One; an enchantment of the infinite harmonies of self; an order of the unfettered liberty of the infinite; the wondrous formulations of the Absolute. In that realm is All-Truth, and there is eternal bliss.


Earth’s Shore

But hers are fragments of a star-lost gleam,
Hers are but careless visits of the gods.

They are a Light that fails, a Word soon hushed
And nothing they mean can stay for long on earth.

"But they are not for earth. The earth’s share is only sonic fragments of a dim gleam, a few casual visits of the gods. All these visits bring nothing more than a Light that fails, an inspired Word that is soon muted Nothing these gods can offer stays on earth for and Meaningful length of time.


Few can Climb

There Are High Glimpses, Not The Lasting Sight.

A Few Can Climb To An Unperishing Sun,
Or Live On The Edges Of The Mystic Moon
And Channel To Earth-Mind The Wizard Ray.

"For the earth there are brief glimpses, of heights but not their lasting view. Only a few can climb to the eternal sun or get close and live near the moon of spiritual bliss and direct the wonder-producing ray of the Spirit to the earth-mind.


Few,too few

The heroes and the demi-gods are few
To whom the close immortal voices speak
And to their acts the heavenly clan are near.

Few are the silences in which Truth is heard,
Unveiling the timeless utterance in her deeps;
Few are the splendid moments of the seers.

"Few indeed are the heroes and demigods on earth to whom the immortal voices of the gods draw nigh and speak, whose acts attract the heavenly host. Few are the silences in which alone Truth can he heard revealing the eternal Word which lies within the depths of her being; few are the inspired moments of the seer on earth when this becomes possible.


Heaven’s Call is Rare

Heaven’s call is rare, rarer the heart that heeds;
The doors of light are sealed to common mind,
And earth’s needs nail to earth the human mass,
Only in an uplifting hour of stress
Men answer to the touch of greater things:

"The call of the Spirit is rare; but even more rare is the heart that listens to it. The doors of light are shut to the common earth-mind. Preoccupation with creature-needs tie the human mass to the gross earthly existence. Only in moments of crisis are men uplifted and they respond to the touch of greater things.


Men Slide Back

Or, raised by some strong hand to breathe heaven-air,
They slide back to the mud from which they climbed;
In the mud of which they are made, whose law they know
They joy in safe return to a friendly base,
And, though something in them weeps for the glory lost
And greatness murdered, they accept their fall.

"Or, if men are raised by some special missioned spirits to the higher altitudes, they gradually slide back to the mud from which they climbed, the mud from which they are fashioned and whose law is all that they know. They rejoice in finding themselves back on their accustomed ground. And although something in them regrets and is sad at losing the glory that has been forfeited and the greatness that has been blotted out, they reconcile themselves to their fall.


Common Average

To be the common man they think the best,
To live as others live is their delight.

For most are built on Nature’s earthly plan
And owe small debt to a superior plane;
The human average is their level pitch,
A thinking animal’s material range.

"They think that to live safe in common conditions is the hest. Their happiness lies in living as others do. For most men are formed on the ordinary earthly plan of Nature and owe very little to the truths of higher planes. Their normal level is the average human —the material range of a thinking animal that is man.


Each Creature Bound

In the long ever-mounting hierarchy,
In the stark economy of cosmic life
Each creature to its appointed task and place
Is bound by his nature’s form, his spirit’s force.

"In the long ascending hierarchy of Nature, in the rigid economy of cosmic life, each creature is bound and limited to its assigned task and position by the form taken by his nature, svarupa, by the force wielded by his spirit, svabhava.


Break of Order

If this were easily disturbed, it would break
The settled balance of created things;
The perpetual order of the universe
Would tremble, and a gap yawn in woven Fate.

"If this order were to be easily disturbed, it would shatter the established balance of created things. The permanent order of the universe would shake and a gulf created in the determinations constructed by Fate.


Mediating Stair

If men were not and all were brilliant gods,
The mediating stair would then be lost
By which the spirit awake in Matter winds
Accepting the circuits of the Middle Way,
By heavy toil and slow aeonic steps
Reaching the bright miraculous fringe of God,
Into the glory of the Oversoul.

"If there were no men at all and all were brilliant gods, the ladder between Matter and Spirit would be lost — the linking stair up which the consciousness, awakened in Matter, slowly winds its way, accepting the circuitous paths of the Way in between and by hard toil and slow agelong steps, arriving at the luminous, miraculous borderland or God and thence into the glory of the Soul presiding over all things.**

Inconscient Holds Back

My will, my call is there in men and things;
But the Inconscient lies at the world’s grey back
And draws to its breast of Night and Death and Sleep.

Imprisoned in its dark and dumb abyss
A little consciousness it lets escape
But jealous of the growing light holds back
Close to the obscure edges of its cave
As if a fond ignorant mother kept her child
Tied to her apron strings of Nescience.

"Though my will, my cal! is there in men and things, the Inconscient which is at the dim, dull back of the world pulls everything to its bosom of Night, Death and Sleep. It allows a little of the consciousness that is imprisoned in its dark and dumb depths to escape, but being jealous of the light that forms and grow around the released hit of consciousness, it holds it back as near as possible to the dark edges of its cavern as though it were a doting ignorant mother keeping her child always tied to her apron strings of Nescience.


Inconscient

The Inconscient could not read without man’s mind
The mystery of the world its sleep has made:
Man is its key to unlock a conscious door.

But still it holds him dangled in its grasp:
It draws its giant circle round its thoughts,
It shuts its heart to the supernal Light,
A high and dazzling limit shines above,
A black and blinding border rules below:
His mind is closed between two firmaments.

"The world has been fashioned in the swoon of the Inconscient. Its mystery cannot be unravelled by the Inconscient except through man’s mind. Man is its key to unlock a conscious door opening upon that mystery. And yet the Inconscient holds man in its extended grasp. It draws boundaries — though large — around his thoughts; it acts as a curtain screening his heart from the spiritual Light. Above man shines a high and brilliant Light of the Spirit; below man is the border of a black and blinding regime. Between these two firmaments of the Superconscience and the Inconscience the mind of man is shut.


Man’s Knowledge in Ignorance

He seeks through words and images the Truth,
And, poring on surfaces and brute outsides
Or dipping cautious feet in shallow seas,
Even his Knowledge is an Ignorance.

He is barred out from his own inner depths;
He cannot look on the face of the Unknown.

How shall he see with the Omniscient’s eyes,
How shall he will with the Omnipotent’s force?

Man seeks the Truth, not directly but through words and images. His mind dwells upon the exteriors and the semi conscious or unconscious outsides of things. He dips his feet warily in the shallow waters of life. Consequently even his Knowledge turns out to be an Ignorance. He is an outcast from his own inner depths of being. He does not have the capacity to reach and behold the Unknown. How then can such a being see with the sight of the All-Knowing? How can he will with the force of the All-Powerful?


Leave to Time

O too compassionate and eager Dawn,
Leave to the circling aeons’ tardy pace
And to the working of the inconscient Will,
Leave to its imperfect light the earthly race:
All shall be done by the long act of Time.

"O thou, Dawn, who art too compassionate, too eager to bring about a change, leave it to the slow pace of Nature circling the ages, to the sure though slow working Of the will in the Inconscient; let the earthly race remain in the imperfect light that is given to it. All shall be done in the eventual fullness of Time.


Soul greater than Fate

Although the race is bound by its own kind,
The soul in man is greater than his fate:
Above the wash and surge of Time and Space,
Disengaging from the cosmic commonalty
By which all life is kin in grief and joy,
Delivered from the universal Law
The sun-like single and transcendent spirit
Can blaze its way through the mind’s barrier wall
And burn alone in the eternal sky,
Inhabitant of a wide and endless calm.

"Although humanity is bound to its own human type and cannot exceed it, still, the soul in man is greater than his fate; the soul can surpass fate. Rising above the ebb and flow of Time and Space, detaching itself from the universal common nature due to which life is invariably associated with grief and joy, freed from the hold the universal Law, the radiant, lone and transcendent spirit can blaze its way across the obstructing wall of mind and burn above in the skies of the Eternal, inhabitant of a vast and endless calm.


Withdraw

O Flame, withdraw into thy luminous self
Or else return to thy original might
On a seer-summit above thought and world;
Partner of my unhoured eternity,
Be one with the infinity of my power:
For thou art the World Mother and the Bride.

O Flame, draw back into thy own luminous self. Or, come back to thy original might on the seeing peaks above thought and world. O thou, partner of my limitless eternity, be one with the infinity of my power. For thou art ever the World-Mother and the Bride of the Supreme.


Pass back into the Power

Out of the fruitless yearning of earth’s life,
Out of her feeble unconvincing dream,
Recovering wings that cross infinity
Pass back into the Power from which thou cam’st.

To that thou canst uplift thy formless flight,
Thy heart can rise from its unsatisfied beats
And feel the immortal and spiritual joy
Of a soul that never lost felicity.

"Recover thy wings that can cross infinity and pass out of this vain yearning of earth’s life. out of earth’s weak dream that fails to convince; go back into the Power from which thou hest come.Thou canst soar in thy formless flight to that Power. Thy heart can rise above its unsatisfied heats on earth and feel once more the immortal and spiritual joy that belongs to a soul which has never lost its felicity by coming down to earth.


Rescued out of Nature

Lift up the fallen heart of love which flutters,
Cast down desire’s abyss into the gulfs.

For ever rescued out of Nature’s shapes
Discover what the aimless cycles want,
There intertwined with all thy life has meant,
Here vainly sought in a terrestrial form.

Lift thou thy fallen heart of love that flutters; throw away the depth of desire into the gulfs. And so rescued from Nature’s forms, discover thou what these aimless cycles of Time on earth seek for, that which coalesces up there with all the significance of thy life is vainly sought here in earthly form.


Break into Eternity

Break into eternity thy mortal mould;
Melt, Lightning, into thy invisible flame.

Clasp, Ocean, deep into thyself thy wave,
Happy for ever in the embosoming surge.

Break thy mould of mortality into eternity. O Lightning, melt into thy own invisible flame. O Ocean, draw in and clasp into thyself thy own wave and be happy for ever thereafter in that enveloping surge.


Cease where Thou Beganst

Grow one with the still passion of the depths,
Then shalt thou know the Lover and the Loved,
Leaving the limits dividing him and thee.

Receive him into boundless Savitri,
Lose thyself into infinite Satyavan,
O miracle where thou beganst there cease!”

"Become one with the calm intensity of thy depths; then shalt thou come to know the identity of the Lover and the Loved, having left the limits that divide him and thee. Receive him into the boundless Savitri merge thyself into the infinite Satyavan. O miracle, cease thou there where thou beganst”.


Our Task

But Savitri answered to the radiant God:
“In vain thou temptst with solitary bliss
Two spirits saved out of a suffering world;
My soul and his indissolubly linked
In the one task for which our lives were born
To raise the world to God in deathless Light,
To bring God down to the world on earth we came,
To change the earthly life to life divine.

Savitri answers to the radiant God:"Thou temptest us in vain, with solitary bliss, two spirits salvaged from a suffering world. My soul and Satyavan’s are linked indissolubly in the carrying out of the task for which we took birth. And that task is to raise the world to God in immortal Light, to bring God down to the world on earth, to transform earthly life into a divine Life.


Keep my Will to Save

I keep my will to save the world and man;
Even the charm of thy alluring voice,
O blissful godhead, cannot seize and snare.

I sacrifice not earth to happier worlds.

"I hold on to my will to save the world and man. O blissful godhead, even the charm of thy enchanting voice cannot seize my will and claim any part of it. I will not abandon the suffering earth in order to gain happier worlds.


**How the Enormous Scene Began

Because there dwelt the Eternal’s vast Idea
And his dynamic will in men and things,
So only could the enormous scene begin.

Whence came this profitless wilderness of stars,
This mighty barren wheeling of the suns?

"This enormous world-scene could begin only because the cast Truth-Idea of the Eternal and his dynamic Will was lodged in men and things. From where else could have come about this vain wilderness of stars, this mighty, barren revolutions of the suns?


Who?

Who made the soul of futile life in Time,
Planted a purpose and a hope in the heart,
Set Nature to a huge and meaningless task
Or planned her million-aeoned effort’s waste?

What force condemned to birth and death and tears
These conscious creatures crawling on the globe?

"Who created the soul of useless life in Time? Who planted a purpose arid a hope in the heart? Who set Nature to this huge and meaningless task or planned out this wasteful effort lasting over a million aeons? What force has condemned these conscious creatures crawling on the globe to birth, death and tears?


Meeting of Earth and Heaven

If earth can look up to the light of heaven
And hear an answer to her lonely cry,
Not vain their meeting, nor heaven’s touch a snare.

"If earth can look up to the light of heaven for help in her journey and get heaven’s response to her lonely cry, then the meeting of earth and heaven is certainly not in vain; the touch of heaven is not an alluring trap.


World is True

If thou and I are true, the world is true;
Although thou hide thyself behind thy works,
To be is not a senseless paradox;
Since God has made earth, earth must make in her God;
What hides within her breast she must reveal.

If thou, O radiant god, art true and if I am true, then the world also is true. Even if thou veilest thyself behind thy works, to exist, to be, is not a meaningless paradox. Since God has created the earth. the earth in her turn has to create God in herself; she has got to reveal what is concealed in the core of her being.


Greater Being than Man

I claim thee for the world that thou hast made.

If man lives bound by his humanity,
If he is tied for ever to his pain,
Let a greater being then arise from man,
The superhuman with the Eternal mate
And the Immortal shine through earthly forms.

"I claim thee, O God, for the world that thou thy¬self hast created. If man is unable to exceed his human mould, if he is forced to live within the bounds of his humanity, if he is inseparably tied to his pain, then let a being greater than man arise from man; let that super¬human being mate with the Eternal, and the Immortal manifest through earthly forms.


Secret Spirit in Thing

Else were creation vain and this great world
A nothing that in Time’s moments seems to be.

But I have seen through the insentient mask;
I have felt a secret spirit stir in things
Carrying the body of the growing God:
It looks through veiling forms at veilless truth,
It pushes back the curtain of the gods,
It climbs towards its own eternity.”

"Otherwise this creation is in vain and this great world that seems to exist in Time a nothing. But I have seen through the mask of the insentience that covers the evolving spirit. I have felt vibrating in things a secret Spirit carrying the body of a growing God. That emerging Spirit looks through forms that veil, at the truth that is unconcealed, without any veil. It pushes back the curtain that the gods have hung over their mysteries. It ascends through mortality towards its own eternity."


Tardy Process of Time

But the god answered to the woman’s heart:
“O living power of the incarnate Word,
All that the Spirit has dreamed thou canst create:
Thou art the force by which I made the worlds,
Thou art my vision and my will and voice.

But knowledge too is thine, the world-plan thou knowest
And the tardy process of the pace of Time.

But the god answers to the feeling heart of the women Savitri"O living power of the manifest Word of the Spirit, thou canst create all that the creative Spirit has dreamed. For thou art the very Force by which I made the worlds; thou art my vision over all creation, my will to execute, my voice to express. But knowledge also is thine; thou knowest the world-plan, thou knowest the slow process of Time’s pace in which all is worked out.


Not too Soon

In the impetuous drive of thy heart of flame,
In thy passion to deliver man and earth,
Indignant at the impediments of Time
And the slow evolution’s sluggard steps,
Lead not the spirit in an ignorant world
To dare too soon the adventure of the Light,
Pushing the bound and slumbering god in man
Awakened mid the ineffable silences
Into endless vistas of the unknown and unseen,
Across the last confines of the limiting Mind
And the Superconscient’s perilous border line
Into the danger of the Infinite.

"Do not, in the violent drive of thy flaming heart, in the intensity of thy passion to liberate man and earth. in thy impatience and wroth at the impediments of Time and the lazy steps of slow evolution, lead the evolving spirit in the world of ignorance to dare the adventure of the Light even before it is ready for it; do not push hard the bound and sleeping god in man just awakened amid the inexpressible silences of the Spirit, into the endless vistas of the unknown and unseen Existence, beyond the last borders of the limiting mind, beyond the hazardous border of the Superconscient into the danger of the Infinite.


Force Thy Will on Fate

But if thou wilt not wait for Time and God,
Do then thy work and force thy will on Fate.

As I have taken from thee my load of night
And taken from thee my twilight’s doubts and dreams,
So now I take my light of utter Day.

"But if thou art not content to leave things to Time and the will of God, then do thy work and impose thy will on Fate. Even as I have removed from thee my load of night, taken away from thee the doubts and dreams of my twilight, I now withdraw my light of sheer Day.


Arise to Infinity

These are my symbol kingdoms but not here
Can the great choice be made that fixes fate
Or uttered the sanction of the Voice supreme.

Arise upon a ladder of greater worlds
To the infinity where no world can be.

"All these, however, are only my symbol kingdoms. Not in them can the great final choice be made that decides fate nor can the sanction of the supreme Voice be expressed. Arise, ascend the stairs of greater worlds to the infinity where no world can be.


Eternal’s Command

But not in the wide air where a greater Life
Uplifts its mystery and its miracle,
And not on the luminous peaks of summit Mind,
Or in the hold where subtle Matter’s spirit
Hides in its light of shimmering secrecies,
Can there be heard the Eternal’s firm command
That joins the head of destiny to its base.

"But the firm command of the Eternal joining the issue of destiny to its origin cannot be heard in the wide realms where a greater Life unveils its mystery and its miracle, nor on the luminous peaks of the highest Mind, nor in the concealed region where subtle Matter’s spirit hides itself in the glimmer of its secrecies.


Mediating Links

These only are the mediating links;
Not theirs is the originating sight
Nor the fulfilling act or last support
That bears perpetually the cosmic pile.

"These are only the intermediate steps; not in them is the original vision, nor the final act that fulfils the vision, nor the last support bearing constantly the cosmic pile of Existence.


Two Powers

Two are the Powers that hold the ends of Time;
Spirit foresees, Matter unfolds its thought,
The dumb executor of God’s decrees,
Omitting no iota and no dot,
Agent unquestioning, inconscient, stark,
Evolving inevitably a charged content,
Intention of his force in time and space,
In animate beings and inanimate things
Immutably it fulfils its ordered task.

It cancels not a tittle of things done;
Unswerving from the oracular command
It alters not the steps of the Unseen.

"’There are two Powers at either end of Time: the Spirit that foresees everything and Matter that unfolds The thought of the Spirit. Matter is the mute executor of the decrees of God leaving out not the least point, an agent. unquestioning, inconscient, bare. It evolves without fail the contents in Time and Space. fulfils without any change the task imposed upon it in things inanimate and beings animate. It does not cancel even slightly the thines that are done. It does not deviate from the authoritative command: it does not alter the steps of the Unseen Power.


Look Down on Life

If thou must indeed deliver man and earth
On the spiritual heights, look down on life,
Discover the truth of God and man and world;
Then do thy task knowing and seeing all.

Ascend, O soul, into thy timeless self;
Choose destiny’s curve and stamp thy will on Time.”

"If thou must at all lead and liberate man and earth into the spiritual heights, then look down on life and the world. Discover thou the truth of God, man and world. Know all, see all and then proceed to do thy work. O soul, ascend into thy self which is above Time ; and from there see and choose the line of destiny and cast thy will on Time."


Heaven-Worlds Vanish

He ended and upon the falling sound
A power went forth that shook the founded spheres
And loosed the stakes that hold the tents of form.

Absolved from vision’s grip and the folds of thought,
Rapt from her sense like disappearing scenes
In the stupendous theatre of Space
The heaven-worlds vanished in spiritual light.

As the god ends his words, a mighty power goes forth. It shakes the very foundations of the spheres and loosens the fixities of forms. Freed from the hold of vision and the coverings of thought, removed from her senses like scenes that disappear, the heaven-worlds around Savitri vanish in spiritual light in the vast theatre of Space.


Spaceless and Timeless

A movement was abroad, a cry, a word,
Beginningless in its vast discovery,
Momentless in its unthinkable return:
Choired in calm seas she heard the eternal Thought
Rhythming itself abroad unutterably
In spaceless orbits and on timeless roads.

In an ineffable world she lived fulfilled.

There is a movement around, there is a cry, a word. beginningless in its great revelation, timeless in its return beyond the range of thought Set in the rhythm of calm seas Savitri hears the eternal Thought vibrating ineffably in orbits beyond Space and on roads beyond Time. She finds herself living fulfilled in an ineffable world.


Energy of Triune Infinite

An energy of the triune Infinite,
In a measureless Reality she dwelt,
A rapture and a being and a force,
A linked and myriad-motioned plenitude,
A virgin unity, a luminous spouse,
Housing a multitudinous embrace
To marry all in God’s immense delight,
Bearing the eternity of every spirit,
Bearing the burden of universal love,
A wonderful mother of unnumbered souls.

Savitri becomes an energy of Sat-Chit-Ananda; she lives in a measureless Reality as a rapture, a being. a force, a fullness many-motioned and inter-linked, a fresh virgin unity, a luminous spouse extending a multitudinous embrace to wed all in the immense delight of God, bearing the eternity of each spirit, hearing the burden of universal love — a wonderful mother of innumerable souls.


Last Recess

All things she knew, all things imagined or willed,
Her ear was opened to ideal sound,
Shape the convention bound no more her sight,
A thousand doors of oneness was her heart,
A crypt and sanctuary of brooding light
Appeared, the last recess of things beyond.

She knows all things, imagined or willed; her hearing is opened to ideal sound; her, sight is no more bound by the convention of shape, she can sec even what has no form; her heart is one with all through its thousand doors.A vault and sanctuary of brooding light appears — the last borderland of what is beyond.


Form Ceases

Then in its round the enormous fiat paused,
Silence gave back to the Unknowable
All it had given. Still was her listening thought.

The form of things had ceased within her soul.

Invisible that perfect godhead now.

The formidable movement pauses. Silence with its contents rolls back into the Unknowable. Savitri’s listening thought is absolutely still. The phenomenon of form ceases in her soul. Even that radiant, perfect god-head is no longer visible.


Abolished Space

Around her some tremendous spirit lived,
Mysterious flame around a melting pearl,
And in the phantom of abolished Space
There was a voice unheard by ears that cried:

Some tremendous spirit is felt around Savitri like a mysterious flame around a pearl that is about to melt. In that strange unsubstantiality where Space is not, cries a voice which cannot be heard by the ear but only by the soul.


The Supreme Choice

Choose, spirit, thy supreme choice not given again;
For now from my highest being looks at thee
The nameless formless peace where all things rest.

"O spirit, choose now; for this supreme choice is not offered again. The peace beyond name and form, the peace in which all things come to rest, now looks at thee from my highest being.


Felicity of Extinction

In a happy vast sublime cessation know,—
An immense extinction in eternity,
A point that disappears in the infinite,—
Felicity of the extinguished flame,
Last sinking of a wave in a boundless sea,
End of the trouble of thy wandering thoughts,
Close of the journeying of thy pilgrim soul.

Accept, O music, weariness of thy notes,
O stream, wide breaking of thy channel banks.”

"Experience in the happy vast the profound cessation of all things, the immense fade-out in eternity, disappearance of a point in the infinite, the felicity of the flame that is extinguished, the last sinking of a wave in a boundless sea; find the end of all the trouble of thy wandering thoughts, the close of the pilgrim-journey of thy soul.O music, accept the fact that thy notes are weary, stream, accept the fact that thy channel banks are broken wide”.


A Boon for Soul of Man

The moments fell into eternity.

But someone yearned within a bosom unknown.

And silently the woman’s heart replied:
“Thy peace, O Lord, a boon within to keep
Amid the roar and ruin of wild Time
For the magnificent soul of man on earth.

Thy calm, O Lord, that bears thy hands of joy.”

The moments fade into eternity. But there is some yearning in an unknown bosom and the woman’s (Savitri’s) heart replies without words: "O Lord, give thy peace, a boon to keep within for the magnificent soul of man struggling amidst the fury and ruin of wild Time; thy calm, O Lord, bearing thy joy."


Pass into Silence

Limitless like ocean round a lonely isle
A second time the eternal cry arose:
“Wide open are the ineffable gates in front.

My spirit leans down to break the knot of earth,
Amorous of oneness without thought or sign
To cast down wall and fence, to strip heaven bare,
See with the large eye of infinity,
Unweave the stars and into silence pass.”

Limitless like an ocean around a solitary island, the eternal cry arises again:"The indescribable gates are wide open before thee. My spirit stoops down to break the knot that ties thee still to earth, drawn to a oneness without sign or thought it leans down to destroy all wall and fence, to denude the heaven bare. Behold with the wide eye of infinity, unweave the garment of stars and pass thou into silence.


Thy oneness in Many

In an immense and world-destroying pause
She heard a million creatures cry to her.

Through the tremendous stillness of her thoughts
Immeasurably the woman’s nature spoke:
“Thy oneness, Lord, in many approaching hearts,
My sweet infinity of thy numberless souls.”

In an immense pause which seems capable of destroying the world Savitri hears millions crying to her not to leave them. Then through the mightv stillness of her thoughts, the woman’s nature speaks in an immeasurable way: "May I feel, o Lord, thy oneness in the many hearts that are approaching, give to me the sweet infinity of thy on numberless souls."


Above the Whirling

Mightily retreating like a sea in ebb
A third time swelled the great admonishing call:
“I spread abroad the refuge of my wings.

Out of its incommunicable deeps
My power looks forth of mightiest splendour, stilled
Into its majesty of sleep, withdrawn
Above the dreadful whirlings of the world.”

There is a mighty retreat like an ebbing sea and for the third time swells the great reprimanding call:"I extend the shelter of my wings. From its un-relatable depths my power of utmost splendour looks forth, held still in its majesty of sleep, aloof from the dreadful whirlings of the world below."


A Sob of Things

A sob of things was answer to the voice,
And passionately the woman’s heart replied:
“Thy energy, Lord, to seize on woman and man,
To take all things and creatures in their grief
And gather them into a mother’s arms.”

In answer to this voice there is a sob of things everywhere. Moved by the sob, the woman’s heart answers passionately: "Give to me, O Lord. thy energy to gather all men and women, to take up all things and creatures that are in grief and enfold them into a mother’s !mint: arms".


Rapture of my Bliss

Solemn and distant like a seraph’s lyre
A last great time the warning sound was heard:
“I open the wide eye of solitude
To uncover the voiceless rapture of my bliss,
Where in a pure and exquisite hush it lies
Motionless in its slumber of ecstasy,
Resting from the sweet madness of the dance
Out of whose beat the throb of hearts was borne.”

For the last great time the warning sound, solemn and far-off, is heard: "I open to thee the wide eye of solitude to reveal the sheer rapture of my bliss, where it lies in a pure and perfect hush, unmoving in its trance of ecstasy. resting from the delectable madness of the dance from whose rhythms the creative throb of hearts was first born."


Thy Sweetness for Earth and Men

Breaking the silence with appeal and cry
A hymn of adoration tireless climbed,
A music beat of winged uniting souls,
Then all the woman yearningly replied:
“Thy embrace which rends the living knot of pain,
Thy joy, O Lord, in which all creatures breathe,
Thy magic flowing waters of deep love,
Thy sweetness give to me for earth and men.”

A hymn of adoration, a harmonious rhythm of soaring, uniting souls, climbs without respite, breaking the silence with its appeal and cry. Then the whole being of the woman 15 replies:

Give to me, o Lord, thy embrace which cuts across the living knot of pain, thy joy in which all created beings breathe, thy enchanting streaming waters of deep love, give to me thy sweetness for earth and men.”

15 not the heart alone. not the nature alone


A still Blissful Cry

Then after silence a still blissful cry
Began, such as arose from the Infinite
When the first whisperings of a strange delight
Imagined in its deep the joy to seek,
The passion to discover and to touch,
The enamoured laugh which rhymed the chanting worlds:

There is a silence. And then begins a still blissful cry as that which arose from the Infinite when the first vibrations of its Delight stirred wanting to manifest in order to have the joy of seeking, the passion of discovering, and touching another, as blissful as the enchanted laugh which rhythms the chanting worlds into existence.


I have Spoken with thy Voice

O beautiful body of the incarnate Word,
Thy thoughts are mine, I have spoken with thy voice.

My will is thine, what thou hast chosen I choose.

All thou hast asked I give to earth and men.

All shall be written out in destiny’s book
By my trustee of thought and plan and act,
The executor of my will, eternal Time.

"O beautiful body of the embodied Word creative, thy thoughts arc my thoughts. I have spoken through thee. My will is thy will, I have chosen thy choice. I give to earth and men all that thou hast asked for them. All this shall be entered in the book of Destiny by eternal Time, which is the trustee of my thought, plan and act, the executor of my will.


Not for Thee the Extinction

But since thou hast refused my maimless Calm
And turned from my termless peace in which is expunged
The visage of Space, and the shape of Time is lost,
And from happy extinction of thy separate self
In my uncompanioned lone eternity,—
For not for thee the nameless worldless Nought,
Annihilation of thy living soul
And the end of thought and hope and life and love
In the blank measureless Unknowable,—

"But since thou hast refused to enter my flawless Calm, turned away from my boundless peace in which neither Space nor Time exists and from the happy dissolution of thy self in my solitary, single eternity, — for not for thee is intended the nameless, worldless, empty Nihil, the extinction of thy living soul, the end of all thought, hope, life and love in the blank measureless Unknowable. —


**My Power of Work

Because thou hast obeyed my timeless will
I lay my hands upon thy soul of flame,
I lay my hands upon thy heart of love,
I yoke thee to my power of work in Time.

Because thou hast obeyed my eternal will, I take hold of thy soul of flame, I take hold of thy heart of love, and I charge thee with my power of work in Time.


My Splendid Yoke

Because thou hast obeyed my timeless will,
Because thou hast chosen to share earth’s struggle and fate
And leaned in pity over earth-bound men
And turned aside to help and yearned to save,
I bind by thy heart’s passion thy heart to mine
And lay my splendid yoke upon thy soul.

"Because thou hast obeyed my timeless will, because thou hast elected to share the struggle and fate of earth, leaned in pity over earth-bound men and turned away from peace and bliss in order to help and save them, I tie thy heart to mine by the passion of thy heart and I lay the magnificent yoke of my work upon thy soul.


I will work in Thee

Now will I do in thee my marvellous works.

I will fasten thy nature with my cords of strength,
Subdue to my delight thy spirit’s limbs
And make thee a vivid knot of all my bliss,
And build in thee my proud and crystal home.

"Henceforth I will achieve my marvellous works in thee. I will fasten thy nature with my strength, over¬whelm thy spirit’s limbs with my delight and turn thee into a living centre of my pervading bliss. I will build in thee my august and lucent home.


Thy days my Shafts

Thy days shall be my shafts of power and light,
Thy nights my starry mysteries of joy
And all my clouds lie tangled in thy hair
And all my springtides marry in thy mouth.

"Thy days shall be the radiations of my power and light, thy nights the star-studded mysteries of my joy, thy hair shall tangle my clouds and thy mouth be the confluence of the high tides of my spirit.


Raise the Earth-Soul to Light

O Sun-Word, thou shalt raise the earth-soul to Light
And bring down God into the lives of men;
Earth shall be my work-chamber and my house,
My garden of life to plant a seed divine.

O Word of the Sun of Truth, thou shalt raise the earth-soul to the Light Divine and bring down God into the lives of men on earth. Then shall earth turn into my field of work, my dwelling, my own garden of life to plant there a seed of the life divine.


A Tabernacle of God

When all thy work in human time is done,
The mind of earth shall be a home of light,
The life of earth a tree growing towards heaven,
The body of earth a tabernacle of God.

"And when thy appointed work in human time is done, the mind of earth shall become a home of light, the life of earth a tree naturally growing towards heaven, and the very body of earth a dwelling place of God. God shall manifest


My will their Meaning

Awakened from the mortal’s ignorance
Men shall be lit with the Eternal’s ray
And the glory of my sun-lift in their thoughts
And feel in their hearts the sweetness of my love
And in their acts my Power’s miraculous drive.

My will shall be the meaning of their days;
Living for me, by me, in me they shall live.

"Men will be awakened from their sleep in mortal ignorance and lit with the ray of the Eternal; their thoughts will be radiant with my sunward uplift; they will feel the sweetness of my love in their hearts; their actions will be miraculously driven by my Power. The sole meaning of their days shall be my will: they shall live for me, they shall live by me they shall live in me.


I will Pursue Thee

In the heart of my creation’s mystery
I will enact the drama of thy soul,
Inscribe the long romance of Thee and Me.

I will pursue thee across the century;
Thou shalt be hunted through the world by love,
Naked of ignorance’ protecting veil
And without covert from my radiant gods
No shape shall screen thee from my divine desire.

Nowhere shalt thou escape my living eyes.

"I will play the drama of thy soul in the heart of the mystery of my creation; there I shall inscribe the sempiternal romance between me, the Purusha, and thee, the Shakti. I will pursue thee across the ages. By love thou shalt be hunted through the world. Bereft of the protecting mask of ignorance, without any protection from my radiant Powers, no form, no shape will be able to conceal thee from the grip of my divine desire; nowhere shalt thou he able to escape from my living, penetrating eyes.


In thee my Universe

In the nudity of thy discovered self
In a bare identity with all that is,
Disrobed of thy covering of humanity,
Divested of the dense veil of human thought,
Made one with every mind and body and heart,
Made one with all nature and with self and God,
Summing in thy single soul my mystic world
I will possess in thee my universe,
The universe find all I am in thee.

"I will sum up my mystic world in thy single soul and possess my universe in thee in the bareness of thy discovered self, in thy sheer identity with all that is. in thee freed of thy human cloak, freed from the thick veil of human thought, made one with every mind and body and heart, made one with all nature and self and God. And the universe shall discover in thee all that I am.


Thou shalt Respond to me

Thou shalt bear all things that all things may change,
Thou shalt fill all with my splendour and my bliss,
Thou shalt meet all with my transmuting soul.

Assailed by my infinitudes above,
And quivering in immensities below,
Pursued by me through my mind’s wall-less vast,
Oceanic with the surges of my life,
A swimmer lost between two leaping seas
By my outer pains and inner sweetnesses
Finding my joy in my opposite mysteries
Thou shalt respond to me from every nerve.

"’Thou shalt endure all things so that all may change: thou shalt till all with my splendour and my bliss; thou shalt meet all with my soul that transmutes all at its touch.Pressed by my infinitudes above, shaking in the immensities below, pursued by me through my mind’s open vastitude, becoming oceanic with the mighty surges of my life in thee, overcome by my pains without and my sweetnesses within, like a swimmer lost between two seas leaping over him, finding my joy in my opposing mysteries in the world, thou shalt respond to me with every nerve of thy being.


Compelling Vision

A vision shall compel thy coursing breath,
Thy heart shall drive thee on the wheel of works,
Thy mind shall urge thee through the flames of thought,
To meet me in the abyss and on the heights,
To feel me in the tempest and the calm
And love me in the noble and the vile,
In beautiful things and terrible desire.

The pains of hell shall be to thee my kiss,
The flowers of heaven persuade thee with my touch.

A vision shall compel thy life-breath to How in its mould; thy heart shall drive thee on the wheel of works in the world: thy mind shall goad thee through the flames of thought to meet me in the depths of the abyss and on the heights, to feel me in both the storm and the calm, to love me in both the noble and the mean, to desire me in things beautiful and things terrible. Thou shalt feel the pains of hell as my kiss, thou shalt feel the pleasures of heaven as my persuading touch.


My masks Bring my Attraction

My fiercest masks shall my attractions bring.

Music shall find thee in the voice of swords,
Beauty pursue thee through the core of flame.

Thou shalt know me in the rolling of the spheres
And cross me in the atoms of the whirl.

The wheeling forces of my universe
Shall cry to thee the summons of my name.

"My compelling attractions shall come to thee wearing masks most fierce. Music will greet thee in the clang of swords, beauty pursue thee through the heart of the flame. Thou shalt discover me in the imperious circlings of the cosmic spheres, meet me in the minute atoms of the whirl. The revolving and moving forces of my universe shall voice to thee the call of my name.


Thou shalt Reflect

Delight shall drop down from my nectarous moon,
My fragrance seize thee in the jasmine’s snare,
My eye shall look upon thee from the sun.

Mirror of Nature’s secret spirit made,
Thou shalt reflect my hidden heart of joy,
Thou shalt drink down my sweetness unalloyed
In my pure lotus-cup of starry brim.

"Delight shall flow down from my nectar-moon, the enchantment of the jasmine shall my fragrance seize thee, from the sun in the meridian shall my eye look upon thee. Thou shalt become a mirror of the secret spirit of Nature and thus shalt reflect my hidden heart of joy. Thou shalt drink deep my unmixed sweetness in my pure lotus-cup of star-studded brim — the cup of the universe.


Harp of my Melodies

My dreadful hands laid on thy bosom shall force
Thy being bathed in fiercest longings’ streams.

Thou shalt discover the one and quivering note
And cry, the harp of all my melodies,
And roll, my foaming wave in seas of love.

"My hands, feared and powerful, on thy bosom shall compel thy being to be laved by streams of fiercest desires. As the harp of all my melodies, thou shalt discover the one and vibrating note and cry. As my foaming wave in seas of love, thou shalt heave and roll.


My Rapture’s Contrary Shape

Even my disasters’ clutch shall be to thee
The ordeal of my rapture’s contrary shape:
In pain’s self shall smile on thee my secret face:
Thou shalt bear my ruthless beauty unabridged
Amid the world’s intolerable wrongs,
Trampled by the violent misdeeds of Time
Cry out to the ecstasy of my rapture’s touch.

"Thou shalt see even disaster as a deliberately assumed contrary shape of my rapture. My secret face shall smile on thee in the core of pain. Amidst all the intolerable ways of the world my pitiless beauty shall press on thee. Even when trampled by the violent misdeeds of Time, thou shalt feel the touch of my rapture and cry out to its ecstasy.


All Beings my Emissaries

All beings shall be to thy life my emissaries;
Drawn to me on the bosom of thy friend,
Compelled to meet me in thy enemy’s eyes,
My creatures shall demand me from thy heart.

Thou shalt not shrink from any brother soul.

Thou shalt be attracted helplessly to all.

All beings shall be my messengers to thy life. Depending on whether they see me in thee as thy friend or as thy enemy, my creatures shall be either themselves attracted to me or compelled to meet me. In every way they shall demand me from thy heart. Thou shalt not draw away from any fellow soul. To all shalt thou be helplessly attracted.


My Hands of Joy

Men seeing thee shall feel my hands of joy,
In sorrow’s pangs feel steps of the world’s delight,
Their life experience its tumultuous shock
In the mutual craving of two opposites.

"On seeing thee, men shall feel the touch of my hands of joy, and they shall feel the footsteps of the world’s delight in the pangs of sorrow. Their life shall experience a convulsive shock in the craving of the two opposites, joy and sorrow, for each other.


Hearts.Arts Touched by Thy Love

Hearts touched by thy love shall answer to my call,
Discover the ancient music of the spheres
In the revealing accents of thy voice,
And nearer draw to me because thou art:
Enamoured of thy spirit’s loveliness
They shall embrace my body in thy soul,
Hear in thy life the beauty of my laugh,
Know the thrilled bliss with which I made the worlds.

"Those whose hearts are touched by thy love shall respond to me; they shall discover the sepiternal music of the spheres in the revealing notes of thy voice; they shall draw nearer to me because of the fact that thou art. Captivated by the loveliness of thy spirit, they shall truly embrace my body in thy soul, hear in thy life the beauty of my laugh, come to know the vibrant bliss with which I created the worlds.


I Will your Delight from Thee

All that thou hast, shall be for other’s bliss,
All that thou art, shall to my hands belong.

I will pour delight from thee as from a jar,
I will whirl thee as my chariot through the ways,
I will use thee as my sword and as my lyre,
I will play on thee my minstrelsies of thought.

"All that thou halt shall serve for the bliss of others. All that thou art shall belong to my hands. I will pour out delight from thee as from a jar; I will whirl thee as my chariot through the pathways of the universe; I will use thee both as my sword and as my lyre: I will play on thee my songs of thought.


My Channel

And when thou art vibrant with all ecstasy,
And when thou livst one spirit with all things,
Then will I spare thee not my living fires,
But make thee a channel for my timeless force.

"And when thou art charged with utter ecstasy, when thou becomest one in spirit with all things, then will I heap unsparingly my living fires on thee; I will make thee a channel for my timeless force.


My Hidden Presence led Thee

My hidden presence led thee unknowing on
From thy beginning in earth’s voiceless bosom
Through life and pain and time and will and death,
Through outer shocks and inner silences
Along the mystic roads of Space and Time
To the experience which all Nature hides.

It is my hidden presence that has led the on. without thy knowing it, from thy very beginning in the mute bosom of the earth through all the circumstances of life, pain, time, will and death, through all the outer shocks of nature and the inner silences of the soul, along the mystic road of Space and Time, to the experience which all Nature hides.


For ever Love

Who hunts and seizes me, my captive grows:
This shalt thou henceforth learn from thy heart-beats.

For ever love, O beautiful slave of God!

O lasso of my rapture’s widening noose,
Become my cord of universal love.

"Whoever pursues me and seizes me becomes my prisoner. This thou shalt learn henceforth from thy heart-beats. Love and love for ever, o thou beautiful slave of God! O lasso of the widening noose of my rapture, become thou my binding cord of universal love in the creation.


Delight of Oneness

The spirit ensnared by thee force to delight
Of creation’s oneness sweet and fathomless,
Compelled to embrace my myriad unities
And all my endless forms and divine souls.

Force the spirit held captive by thee to joy in the sweet fathomless oneness of creation; compel it to embrace my countless unities, my endless forms and divine souls.


Built is the Golden Tower

O Mind, grow full of the eternal peace;
O Word, cry out the immortal litany:
Built is the golden tower, the flame-child born.

O Mind, grow thou full of peace eternal. O Word, chant aloud the immortal hymn of the Spirit. The golden tower of Truth is built, the luminous child of the new creation is born.


Descend to Life

Descend to life with him thy heart desires.

O Satyavan, O luminous Savitri,
I sent you forth of old beneath the stars,
A dual power of God in an ignorant world,
In a hedged creation shut from limitless self,
Bringing down God to the insentient glow,
Lifting earth-beings to immortality.

"Descend thou to life with him whom thy heart desires. Far back in time, O Satyavan, O luminous Savitri, I sent you forth beneath the stars — both of you a dual 16 power of God in an ignorant world, in a bounded creation shut off from the boundless self — bringing down God to the insentient globe, lifting earth-beings to the immortality of God.

16Purusha and Shakti


You are my Force

In the world of my knowledge and my ignorance
Where God is unseen and only is heard a Name
And knowledge is trapped in the boundaries of mind
And life is hauled in the drag-net of desire
And Matter hides the soul from its own sight,
You are my Force at work to uplift earth’s fate,
My self that moves up the immense incline
Between the extremes of the spirit’s night and day.

In the world where my knowledge and my ignorance co-exist, where God is not seen but is only heard of as Name, where knowledge is cabined in the narrow boundaries of mind, where life is a slave of desire and where Matter covers and conceals the soul from its own sight, you both are my Force at work to uplift the earth’s fate, you are my own self that ascends the immense range extending between the two ends of the Spirit’s night and day, obscurity and light, Ignorance and Knowledge, Inconscience and Superconscience.


He is my Soul

He is my soul that climbs from nescient Night
Through life and mind and supernature’s Vast
To the supernal light of Timelessness
And my eternity hid in moving Time
And my boundlessness cut by the curve of Space.

"Satyavan is my soul that climbs from the Night of nescience through the intermediate stages of life and mind and the Vast of Supernature to the God-light of Timelessness, to my Eternity that lies hidden in the movement of Time, and to my infinity which is segmented by the curve of Space.


She Climbs to Greatness

It climbs to the greatness it has left behind
And to the beauty and joy from which it fell,
To the closeness and sweetness of all things divine,
To light without bounds and life illimitable,
Taste of the depths of the Ineffable’s bliss,
Touch of the immortal and the infinite.

"The soul climbs hack to the glory it had left behind when it set out on its journey, to the beauty and joy from which it fell in its descending plunge. to the intimacy and sweetness of all divine things, to unrestricted light and unbounded life, to the taste of the bliss of the profounds of the Ineffable, to the touch of the immortal and the infinite.


Fie is the Growing Godhead

He is my soul that gropes out of the beast
To reach humanity’s heights of lucent thought,
And the vicinity of Truth’s sublime.

He is the godhead growing in human lives
And in the body of earth-being’s forms,
He is the soul of man climbing to God
In Nature’s surge out of earth’s ignorance.

"He is my soul that feels his way out of the lair of the beast to reach man’s heights of bright thought and draws near the sublimity of Truth, He is the god-head that is growing in human lives and in all the forms of the earth-being, he is the soul of man ascending to God in the expanding thrust of Nature out of earth’s ignorance.


My Spirit’s Power

O Savitri, thou art my spirit’s Power,
The revealing voice of my immortal Word,
The face of Truth upon the roads of Time
Pointing to the souls of men the routes to God.

"O Savitri, thou art the Power of my spirit, the expressive voice of my immortal Word, the face of Truth in its manifestation in Time, showing to the souls of men the paths to God.


While the Dim Light Falls

While the dim light from the veiled Spirit’s peak
Falls upon Matter’s stark inconscient sleep
As if a pale moonbeam on a dense glade,
And Mind in a half-light moves amid half-truths
And the human heart knows only human love
And life is a stumbling and imperfect force
And the body counts out its precarious days,

"While the faint light from the veiled peak of the Spirit falls upon the unrelieved inconscient sleep of Matter, like a pale moon-beam on a thick glade in the forest, and Mind half-lit moves amid half-truths, and the human heart knows nothing more than the pseudo-love of the humans, and life is only a stumbling and imperfect force, and the physical body awaits its disintegration.


Show my Glory

You shall be born into man’s dubious hours
In forms that hide the soul’s divinity
And show through veils of the earth’s doubting air
My glory breaking as through clouds a sun,
Or burning like a rare and inward fire,
And with my nameless influence fill men’s lives.

"you both shall be born in human time in forms that conceal the divinity of the soul and through all the veils of the earth’s sceptical air reveal my glory, breaking through the clouds like a sun, or flaming like a rare and inward fire. fill men’s lives with my impersonal influence.


Hidden Face shall be Revealed

Yet shall they look up as to peaks of God
And feel God like a circumambient air
And rest on God as on a motionless base.

Yet shall there glow on mind like a horned moon
The spirit’s crescent splendour in pale skies
And light man’s life upon his Godward road.

But more there is concealed in God’s Beyond
That shall one day reveal its hidden face.

"For yet shall men look up to the summits of God, feel God around them like an enfolding air, and rest on God as on an unshakable base. Also the emerging splendour of the spirit shall grow on the mind like a waxing moon and light up man’s life upon his road to God.But that is not all. Much more is veiled in God’s Beyond and that too shall reveal itself one day in the future.


Mind

Now mind is all and its uncertain ray,
Mind is the leader of the body and life,
Mind the thought-driven chariot of the soul
Carrying the luminous wanderer in the night
To vistas of a far uncertain dawn,
To the end of the Spirit’s fathomless desire,
To its dream of absolute truth and utter bliss.

"At present the mind is everything, its uncertain ray of light is all. But in truth the mind is only a vehicle of the soul; it is a thought-driven chariot carrying the luminous voyager — the soul – through the night of ignorance to the horizons of a distant, vague dawn, to the end of the fathomless urge of the Spirit, to its dream-objective of absolute truth and sheer bliss.


Mind is not all

There are greater destinies mind cannot surmise
Fixed on the summit of the evolving Path
The Traveller now treads in the Ignorance,
Unaware of his next step, not knowing his goal.

Mind is not all his tireless climb can reach,
There is a fire on the apex of the worlds,
There is a house of the Eternal’s Light.

There is an infinite truth, an absolute power.

"But there are greater destinies open to men which the mind cannot guess. They are fixed on the summit of the evolving Path which the traveller-soul now walks in Ignorance, not knowing his next step, not knowing his goal. The mind is not the last summit that this traveller can scale in his tireless climb; on the apex of the worlds where he has to arrive there is a lire burning, an abode of the Eternals Light, an infinite truth, an absolute power — these he must attain.


Spirit shall Cast off its Mask

The spirit’s mightiness shall cast off its mask;
Its greatness shall be felt shaping the world’s course.

It shall be seen in its own veilless beams,
A star rising from the Inconscient’s night,
A sun climbing to Supernature’s peak.

"The might of the Spirit shall throw away its mask; its glory shall be experienced governing and forming the course of the world. It shall be seen in its unrestricted beams, a veritable star rising from the night of the Inconscience, a sun climbing the lower skies of Nature to the peak of Supernature.


Adventurers into Mightier Day

Abandoning the dubious Middle Way
A few shall glimpse the miraculous Origin
And some shall feel in you the secret Force
And they shall turn to meet a nameless tread,
Adventurers into a mightier Day.

A few, however, giving up the doubtful way between the lnconscience and the Superconscience, shall glimpse the supernatural Source of all and some of them shall feel in you the presence of the secret Force of Supernature; they shall turn to find a step that cannot be identified, a presence that is nameless; they shall be the adventurers into a greater, mightier realm of Light.


Truth, Right and Vast

Ascending out of the limiting breadths of mind,
They shall discover the world’s huge design
And step into the Truth, the Right, the Vast.

"Climbing out of the wide and yet limiting regions of the mind, they shall discover the huge design of the world and enter into the Gnostic realm, the Truth, the Right, the Vast, Satyam, Ritam. Brihat.


Reveal the Unrevealed

You shall reveal to them the hidden eternities,
The breath of infinitudes not yet revealed,
Some rapture of the bliss that made the world,
Some rush of the force of God’s omnipotence,
Some beam of the omniscient Mystery.

"You shall reveal to them the eternities that are nom, hidden from them, the air of unrevealed infinitudes, something of the rapture of the bliss that created the world, something of the force of the omnipresence of God, some ray of the omniscient Mystery that baffles them.


Hour of the Divine

But when the hour of the Divine draws near,
The Mighty Mother shall take birth in Time
And God be born into the human clay
In forms made ready by your human lives.

Then shall the Truth supreme be given to men.

"But, when the moment of the Divine Manifestation draws close, the mighty Mother of creation shall take birth in the world of Time and God shall be born into human clay in forms made ready by your human embodiments.Then shall the supreme truth be given to man.


Being beyond Mind

There is a being beyond the being of mind,
An Immeasurable cast into many forms,
A miracle of the multitudinous One.

There is a consciousness mind cannot touch,
Its speech cannot utter nor its thought reveal.

It has no home on earth, no centre in man,
Yet is the source of all things thought and done,
The fount of the creation and its works.

"The mind is not all. Beyond the being of mind there is another being, an immeasurable Reality cast into many forms, a splendid miracle of the One in its multitudinous aspect. There is above, a consciousness that mind cannot touch, speech cannot express, thought cannot reveal. It has yet no dwelling place, no station on earth, no centre in the being of man. And yet it is the true source of all things that arc thought and done on earth; it is the real fount of creation, the source of all its works.


Origin of all Truth here

It is the originer of all truth here,
The sun-orb of mind’s fragmentary rays,
Infinity’s heaven that spills the rain of God,
The Immense that calls to man to expand the Spirit
The wide Aim that justifies his narrow attempts,
A channel for the little he tastes of bliss.

"This consciousness is the originating cause of all truth on earth; it is the full sun of which the mind radiates only fragmentary rays; it is Infinity’s heaven from which rains the bounty of God; it is the wide Goal that justifies all the faltering and narrow attempts of man: it is the channel for the little Bliss that man is given to taste.


High Forerunners

Some shall be made the glory’s receptacles
And vehicles of the Eternal’s luminous power.

These are the high forerunners, the heads of Time,
The great deliverers of earth-bound mind,
The high transfigurers of human clay,
The first-born of a new supernal race.

"Some shall be made the receptacles of the glory, vehicles of the luminous power of the Eternal. These elder ones are the high forerunners at the head of gal-lopping Time, the great liberators of the earth-bound mind, the powerful transmuters of the human clay, the first-born of a new celestial race.


Superman shall Wake

The incarnate dual Power shall open God’s door,
Eternal supermind touch earthly Time.

The superman shall wake in mortal man
And manifest the hidden demi-god
Or grow into the God-Light and God-Force
Revealing the secret deity in the cave.

"The incarnate dual Power (Savitri-Satyavan) shall open God’s door, and the eternal supermind shall directly touch the earthly time. Then shall the dormant superman wake in mortal man and reveal the demi-god hidden in man; or the awakened superman shall grow into God-Light and God-Force, revealing in the proems the deity secretly dwelling in the cavern of his being.


Earth shalt be Touched by Supreme

Then shall the earth be touched by the Supreme,
His bright unveiled Transcendence shall illumine
The mind and heart, and force the life and act
To interpret his inexpressible mystery
In a heavenly alphabet of Divinity’s signs.

Then shall the earth be touched by the Supreme; his luminous, direct transcendental Radiance shall light up the mind and heart of man; it shall force the vital and the physical acts of man to expound the ineffable mystery of the Supreme in a celestial language of Divinity’s signs.


Cosmic Spirit shall Enring

His living cosmic spirit shall enring,
Annulling the decree of death and pain,
Erasing the formulas of the Ignorance,
With the deep meaning of beauty and life’s hid sense,
The being ready for immortality,

The living cosmic spirit of the Supreme shall cancel the ages-old law of death and pain, wipe out the prevailing laws of Ignorance and enfold the being that is ready for immortality with the profound meaning of beauty and the hidden significance of life.


Bring back Bliss to Nature

His regard crossing infinity’s mystic waves
Bring back to Nature her early joy to live,
The metred heart-beats of a lost delight,
The cry of a forgotten ecstasy,
The dance of the first world-creating Bliss.

The regard of the Supreme across the mystic waves of infinity shall restore to Nature her first joy of life, her rhythmic heart-beats of a delight which she has last, the cry of an ecstasy that has been forgotten, the ebullient dance of the primal Bliss that created the world.


On his Lotus-Throne

The Immanent shall be the witness God
Watching on his many-petalled lotus-throne,
His actionless being and his silent might
Ruling earth-nature by eternity’s law,
A thinker waking the Inconscient’s world,
An immobile centre of many infinitudes
In his thousand-pillared temple by Time’s sea.

"The Immanent God shall be the Witness watching, from his many-branching sovereign seat, his static being and silent might ruling earth-nature by the laws of the Eternal, himself a thinker awakening the world of the Inconscient, an unmoving centre of many infinitudes in his multitudinous temple-creation on the shores of the sea of Time.


A Manifest of the Imperishable

Then shall the embodied being live as one
Who is a thought, a will of the Divine,
A mask or robe of his divinity,
An instrument and partner of his Force,
A point or line drawn in the infinite,
A manifest of the Imperishable.

Then shall it be possible for man, the embodied being, to live as a thought of the Divine, as a will of the Divine, as a mask or a robe of his Divinity, as an instrument and partner of the Divine Force, as a centre or a line of manifestation drawn in the Infinite, a concrete manifestation of the Imperishable.


A Mightier Race shall Inhabit

The supermind shall be his nature’s fount,
The Eternal’s truth shall mould his thoughts and acts,
The Eternal’s truth shall be his light and guide.

All then shall change, a magic order come
Overtopping this mechanical universe.

A mightier race shall inhabit the mortal’s world.

"’The supermind shall be the source of his nature; the Eternal’s truth shall shape his thoughts and acts, it shall be his light and guide.Then shall all change. Then shall a new magic order overcome this mechanical universe. A race mightier than the mortal shall inhabit this world of mortality.


Superman King of Life

On Nature’s luminous tops, on the Spirit’s ground,
The superman shall reign as king of life,
Make earth almost the mate and peer of heaven
And lead towards God and truth man’s ignorant heart
And lift towards godhead his mortality.

The superman shall rule as the monarch of life on the luminous summits of Nature, on the sacred grounds of the Spirit; he shall turn earth almost into the companion and equal of heaven, lead the ignorant heart of man towards God and truth, and uplift his mortality towards godhead.


Life a Released Power

A power released from circumscribing bounds,
Its height pushed up beyond death’s hungry reach,
Life’s tops shall flame with the Immortal’s thoughts,
Light shall invade the darkness of its base.

"Life shall be a power freed from its constrictive limits, its heights shall be lifted beyond the reach of hungry death the Immortal’s thoughts shall set aflame the summits of life and Light shall invade the darkness of its base.


Body shall Remember God

Then in the process of evolving Time
All shall be drawn into a single plan,
A divine harmony shall be earth’s law,
Beauty and Joy remould her way to live:
Even the body shall remember God,
Nature shall draw back from mortality
And Spirit’s fires shall guide the earth’s blind force;
Knowledge shall bring into the aspirant Thought
A high proximity to Truth and God.

Then in the process of the evolution of Time all shall be drawn into a single plan. A divine harmony shall become the law of the earth; Beauty and Joy shall recast her way of life. Even the physical body shall remember God dwelling in it; Nature shall withdraw from the hold of mortality, the luminous fires of the Spirit shall guide the blind force of the earth; Knowledge shall bring to aspiring Thought a high nearness to Truth and God.


Supermind shall Claim

The supermind shall claim the world for Light
And thrill with love of God the enamoured heart
And place Light’s crown on Nature’s lifted head
And found Light’s reign on her unshaking base.

The supermind shall till the world with Light and thrill the captivated heart of Nature with love of God; it shall place the crown of Light on the upraised head of Nature and establish the reign of Light on her firm, unshaking base.


Kindle the Immortal’s Fire

A greater truth than earth’s shall roof-in earth
And shed its sunlight on the roads of mind;
A power infallible shall lead the thought,
A seeing Puissance govern life and act,
In earthly hearts kindle the Immortal’s fire.

A truth greater than the regnant truth of earth shall cover the earth and shed its bright sunlight on the roads of the mind; an unerring power shall lead the thought; a conscious Puissance shall govern life and action and the Immortal’s fire shall be kindled in earthly hearts.


Body Instrument of Intuition

A soul shall wake in the Inconscient’s house;
The mind shall be God-vision’s tabernacle,
The body intuition’s instrument,
And life a channel for God’s visible power.

"In the very home of the Inconscient a soul shall awake; the mind shall be the living abode of God-vision, the body an unsullied instrument of intuition and life a ready channel for the manifest power of God.


Earth Manifest Home of the Spirt-

All earth shall be the Spirit’s manifest home,
Hidden no more by the body and the life,
Hidden no more by the mind’s ignorance;
An unerring Hand shall shape event and act.

The Spirit’s eyes shall look through Nature’s eyes,
The Spirit’s force shall occupy Nature’s force.

"All earth shall become the open home of the Spirit, no longer veiled by the body and the life, no longer hidden by the mind’s ignorance the infallible Hand of God shall mould each event and act.The Spirit’s eves shall look through the eyes of Nature; they shall become one. The Spirit’s force shall occupy the forces of Nature; they shall fuse into each other.


Earth a Camp of God

This world shall be God’s visible garden-house,
The earth shall be a field and camp of God,
Man shall forget consent to mortality
And his embodied frail impermanence.

"This world shall he God’s manifest garden-house, the earth shall be a field and bivouac of God; man shall no longer accept death, no longer embody a weak transience in himself.


Occult Sense of the Universe

This universe shall unseal its occult sense,
Creation’s process change its antique front,
An ignorant evolution’s hierarchy
Release the Wisdom chained below its base.

"The universe shall reveal its hidden meaning, creation’s process shall change its age-old appearance, and the hierarchy of this evolution in ignorance shall release the Wisdom imprisoned underneath its base i.e. in the Inconscience.


Spirit Master of his World

The Spirit shall be the master of his world
Lurking no more in form’s obscurity
And Nature shall reverse her action’s rule,
The outward world disclose the Truth it veils;
All things shall manifest the covert God,
All shall reveal the Spirit’s light and might
And move to its destiny of felicity.

"The Spirit shall no more stay hidden in the obscurity of form, it shall be the undisputed sovereign of his world Nature shall reverse the process of her action, the external world shall reveal the Truth it conceals. All things shall bring into open their hidden Godhead. All shall reveal the light and might of the Spirit embodied in it and move to its destined goal of felicity.


Secret Truth shall Prevail

Even should a hostile force cling to its reign
And claim its right’s perpetual sovereignty
And man refuse his high spiritual fate,
Yet shall the secret Truth in things prevail.

For in the march of all-fulfilling Time
The hour must come of the Transcendent’s will:

Even if an adverse force were to insist on continuing to rule and claim permanence for its right to reign, and man were to refuse his high spiritual destiny, still, the secret Truth in things would prevail over all resistance and denial. For in the unrolling of the all-achieving Time, the hour of fulfilment of the Will of the Transcendent Supreme must come.


End of Death

All turns and winds towards his predestined ends
In Nature’s fixed inevitable course
Decreed since the beginning of the worlds
In the deep essence of created things:
Even there shall come as a high crown of all
The end of Death, the death of Ignorance.

"All turns and moves towards the ends pre-cast by the Supreme Transcendent in the fixed inevitable course of Nature, sanctioned and decreed from the very beginning of the worlds in the core of created things. As the high crown of it all, there shall even come the end of Death, the death of Ignorance.


Man must Aspire

But first high Truth must set her feet on earth
And man aspire to the Eternal’s light
And all his members feel the Spirit’s touch
And all his life obey an inner Force.

This too shall be;

"But before that the high Truth must first descend on earth, man must aspire for the light of the Eternal, all his parts feel and respond to the touch of the Spirit and all his life-movements obey the inner Force of the Spirit. And this too shall come to be.


New Life shall Come

for a new life shall come,
A body of the Superconscient’s truth,
A native field of Supernature’s mights:
It shall make earth’s nescient ground Truth’s colony,
Make even the Ignorance a transparent robe
Through which shall shine the brilliant limbs of Truth
And Truth shall be a sun on Nature’s head
And Truth shall be the guide of Nature’s steps
And Truth shall gaze out of her nether deeps.

"For a new life shall come into being; it shall embody the Superconscient’s truth and shall he a native field for the play of Supernature’s mights. It shall convert the nescient base of earth into a colony of Truth, make even the Ignorance a transparent robe through which the radiant limbs of Truth shall shine. And Truth shall radiate sun-like from the crown of Nature. Truth shall guide the steps of Nature, Truth shall look out from the obscure nether depths of Nature.


Superman as Natures King

When superman is born as Nature’s king
His presence shall transfigure Matter’s world:
He shall light up Truth’s fire in Nature’s night,
He shall lay upon the earth Truth’s greater law;
Man too shall turn towards the Spirit’s call.

"When the superman is born as the king of Nature, his presence on earth shall transform the world of Matter. He shall kindle Truth’s fire in Nature’s night, he shall impose upon earth the greater law of Truth (in the place of the prevailing law of Ignorance). And as a result, man also shall turn and respond to the call of the Spirit.


Man shall Aspire

Awake to his hidden possibility,
Awake to all that slept within his heart
And all that Nature meant when earth was formed
And the Spirit made this ignorant world his home,
He shall aspire to Truth and God and Bliss.

"Man shall awake to the possibility lying hidden in himself, to all that has been dormant in his heart, to all the intention in Nature when the earth was first formed and to the purpose for which the Spirit chose to make this ignorant world his home. And he shall aspire to realize and manifest the Truth latent in himself, God intended by Nature to be delivered from her, Bliss for the revelation of which the Spirit made his home in this world.


Higher kind shall lift up Man

Interpreter of a diviner law
And instrument of a supreme design
The higher kind shall lean to lift up man.

Man shall desire to climb to his own heights.

The truth above shall wake a nether truth;
Even the dumb earth become a sentient force.

"The higher beings, rendering a higher, diviner law into life, instruments of the supreme design of the creative Divine, shall uplift man. Man shall want to climb to his own unsealed heights. The truth that is above this lower hemisphere shall awaken the truth that is embedded below. Even the dumb, inconscient earth shall become a conscious force.


Matter shall Reveal Smurs Face

The Spirit’s tops and Nature’s base shall draw
Near to the secret of their separate truth
And know each other as one deity.

The Spirit shall look out through Matter’s gaze
And Matter shall reveal the Spirit’s face.

Then man and superman shall be at one
And all the earth become a single life.

"The summits of the Spirit and the base of Nature shall come close to the common secret of their respective truths and know each other as but one divine manifestation. The Spirit shall look out through the eyes of Matter and Matter shall reveal the face of the Spirit. Then shall man and superman become one and all on earth become one single Life. There will be no division, no separation of one from another, any longer.


Humanty awake to Deepest Self

Even the multitude shall hear the Voice
And turn to commune with the Spirit within
And strive to obey the high spiritual law:
This earth shall stir with impulses sublime,
Humanity awake to deepest self,
Nature the hidden godhead recognise.

Even the many shall some answer make
And bear the splendour of the Divine’s rush
And his impetuous knock at unseen doors.

Even the common multitude — not the few awakened ones alone — shun hear the Voice of God and turn inwards to commune with the living Spirit within and strive to obey in their lives the higher spiritual law. This earth shall be moved with sublimer impulses, humanity shall awake to its deepest self, and Nature shall come to recognise the godhead hidden in herself. Even the multitude shall respond in some way and bear the splendour of the Divine’s invasion and his loud. impatient knock on the subtler doors of the being.


Heavenlier Passion shall Upheave

A heavenlier passion shall upheave men’s lives,
Their mind shall share in the ineffable gleam,
Their heart shall feel the ecstasy and the fire,
Earth’s bodies shall be conscious of a soul;
Mortality’s bond-slaves shall unloose their bonds,
Mere men into spiritual beings grow
And see awake the dumb divinity.

"A heavenlier pas ion shall hear men’s lives upwards; their mind shall partake of the gleam of the ineffable; their heart shall feel the high ecstasy and the lire: the bodies on earth shall become conscious of an indwelling soul : the slaves of mortality shall unfetter their bonds ; those who are mere men now shall grow into spiritual beings and behold the dormant divinity awake.


Little Lower than Gods

Intuitive beams shall touch the nature’s peaks,
A revelation stir the nature’s depths:
The Truth shall be the leader of their lives,
Truth shall dictate their thought and speech and act,
They shall feel themselves lifted nearer to the sky,
As if a little lower than the gods.

"Intuition shall play on the heights of nature: a new revelation shall set astir the depths of nature; the one Truth shall lead men’s lives; Truth shall govern their thought, speech and act; Men shall feel themselves lifted up nearer to the sky, as though they were but a little lower than the gods.


Knowledge shall Pour

For knowledge shall pour down its radiant streams
And even darkened mind quiver with new life
And kindle and burn with the Ideal’s fire
And turn to escape from mortal ignorance.

"For knowledge shall flood with its radiant streams and even the darkened, obscure mind shall vibrate with a new life, burn with the lire of the Ideal and turn to free itself from the hold of mortal ignorance.


Ignorance shall Recede

The frontiers of the Ignorance shall recede,
More and more souls shall enter into light,
Minds lit, inspired, the occult summoner hear
And lives blaze with a sudden inner flame
And hearts grow enamoured of divine delight
And human wills tune to the divine will,
These separate selves the Spirit’s oneness feel,
These senses of heavenly sense grow capable,
The flesh and nerves of a strange ethereal joy
And mortal bodies of immortality.

"The present borders of ignorance shall retreat and more and more souls shall enter into light ; lit and inspired by the light, minds shall hear the call of the occult, divine summoner, lives shall blaze with a sudden inner toilette of lire, hearts shall he charmed with divine (not human) delight, human wills shall tune themselves to the divine will. These selves — now separate from each other — shall come to feel their oneness in the Spirit; the earthly senses shall grow capable of experi¬encing heavenly sensation, the flesh and nerves shall learn to feel a new ethereal joy, the mortal bodies shall find it possible to assume immortality.


Divine Force shall Flow

A divine force shall flow through tissue and cell
And take the charge of breath and speech and act
And all the thoughts shall be a glow of suns
And every feeling a celestial thrill.

A divine force shall course through every tissue and cell and govern the breath, speech and act; all the thoughts shall be luminous with the radiance of knowledge and every feeling shall throb with a celestial thrill.


Luminous Inner Dawn

Often a lustrous inner dawn shall come
Lighting the chambers of the slumbering mind;
A sudden bliss shall run through every limb
And Nature with a mightier Presence fill.

"A luminous inner dawn shall come often, lighting up the chambers of the sleeping mind; a sudden bliss shall flow through every limb and Nature shall he filed with a mightier Presence.


Earthly Life Become the Life Divine

Thus shall the earth open to divinity
And common natures feel the wide uplift,
Illumine common acts with the Spirit’s ray
And meet the deity in common things.

Nature shall live to manifest secret God,
The Spirit shall take up the human play,
This earthly life become the life divine.”

"Thus shall the earth open to divine Nature and common natures begin to feel the all-embracing. to illumine common acts with the ray of the Spirit and to meet the divine being in common things. Then shall Nature live to manifest the Godhead hidden in her, the Spirit take charge of the human play and this earthly life become the life divine."


Savitri’s Soul Sinks like a Star

The measure of that subtle music ceased.

Down with a hurried swimming floating lapse
Through unseen worlds and bottomless spaces forced
Sank like a star the soul of Savitri.

Amidst a laughter of unearthly lyres
She heard around her nameless voices cry
Triumphing, an innumerable sound.

A choir of laughing winds to meet her came.

The rhythm of that subtle music ceases. Like a star, the soul of Savitri sinks down hurriedly in a forced plunge through unseen worlds and bottomless spaces. There is a laughter, as it were, of unearthly lyres and amidst it she hears around her a triumphal cry of nameless voices, a multitudinous sound. A choir of happy, laughing winds comes to meet her.


Pursued by a Face of Youth

She bore the burden of infinity
And felt the stir of all ethereal space.

Pursuing her in her fall, implacably sweet,
A face was over her which seemed a youth’s,
Symbol of all the beauty eyes see not,
Crowned as with peacock plumes of gorgeous hue
Framing a sapphire, whose heart-disturbing smile
Insatiably attracted to delight,
Voluptuous to the embraces of her soul.

Savitri bears the pressure of infinity and feels the stir of the ethereal space around her. As she falls, she is pursued by a young, beautiful face — a symbol of all the beauty that is not perceived by the eye — the PURUSHA It is crowned as though with peacock feathers of magnificent hue with an inset of sapphire; its smile is heart-disturbing in its insatiable attraction to delight; it passions in the embrace of her soul.


Woman’s Face

Changed in its shape, yet rapturously the same,
It grew a woman’s dark and beautiful
Like a mooned night with drifting star-gemmed clouds,
A shadowy glory and a stormy depth,
Turbulent in will and terrible in love.

The face gradually changes its form — though the rapture of it continues and it grows into the face of a woman. — Nature, — dark and beautiful, imperious in will and oppressive in love, like a moonlit night with sailing star-studded clouds, a night of a dark glory and a stormy depth.


Eyes Mission her to the Earth

Eyes in which Nature’s blind ecstatic life
Sprang from some spirit’s passionate content,
Missioned her to the whirling dance of earth.

Nature’s blind blissful life springs into these eyes iron some spirit’s passion and they direct Savitri to the whirling dance of earth below.


Soul of Satyavan Drawn Down

Amidst the headlong rapture of her fall
Held like a bird in a child’s satisfied hands,
In an enamoured grasp her spirit strove
Admitting no release till Time should end,
And, as the fruit of the mysterious joy,
She kept within her strong embosoming soul
Like a flower hidden in the heart of spring
The soul of Satyavan drawn down by her
Inextricably in that mighty lapse.

In the precipitate rapture of her fail, Savitri is held like a bird in the satisfied hands of a child and in that captivating grasp allowing no possibility of any release till the end of Time, her spirit strives. And as the fruit of this mysterious joy, Savitri holds inextricably within her strong enveloping soul — like a flower in the bosom of spring — the soul of Satyavan drawn down by her in that mighty plunge.


Invisible Heavens Soar Past

Invisible heavens in a thronging flight
Soared past her as she fell. Then all the blind
And near attraction of the earth compelled
Fearful rapidities of downward bliss.

As Savitri plunges down, invisible heavens soar past her in a crowded flight. Then all the blind and close attraction of the earth compels her into the awful rapidities of downward bliss.


She Disappears

Lost in the giddy proneness of that speed,
Whirled, sinking, overcome she disappeared
Like a leaf spinning from the tree of heaven,
In broad unconsciousness as in a pool;

Savitri is lost in that giddying current of speed. Whirled, sinking, completely overcome, she disappears, like a leaf twirling down from a tree in heaven, in broad unconsciousness as in a pool.


Buried in Mother’s Breast

A hospitable softness drew her in
Into a wonder of miraculous depths,
Above her closed a darkness of great wings
And she was buried in a mother’s breast.

A welcoming softness sucks her in into a marvel of miraculous depths. Above her close the great wings of the superconscient darkness. Savitri is buried in breast of the earth-mother.


Spirit Gazes Out

Then from a timeless plane that watches Time,
A Spirit gazed out upon destiny,
In its endless moment saw the ages pass.

All still was in a silence of the gods.

Then a Spirit gazes out upon the destiny. that is forming from a timeless plane which watches the movement of Time below. It sees the ages roll by in its unending moment. Everything is still in silence, the silence of the gods.


Glance of Undying Love

The prophet moment covered limitless space
And cast into the heart of hurrying Time
A diamond light of the Eternal’s peace,
A crimson seed of God’s felicity;
A glance from the gaze fell of undying Love.

This prophetic moment spans measureless Space and flings into the heart of speeding Time a pure, impenetrable light of the Eternal’s peace, a fervent-red seed of God’s felicity. From the gaze of the Spirit goes a glance of immortal Love.


Golden bars Drawn

A wonderful face looked out with deathless eyes;
A hand was seen drawing the golden bars
That guard the imperishable secrecies.

A key turned in a mystic lock of Time.

A marvellous face looks out with immortal eyes. A hand is seen pulling back the golden bars which guard the eternal secrecies. A key is turned in a mystic lock of Time. A chapter in cosmic history is closed.


Joy and Ecstasy

But where the silence of the gods had passed,
A greater harmony from the stillness born
Surprised with joy and sweetness yearning hearts,
An ecstasy and a laughter and a cry.

Where there had been the silence of the god, greater harmony is born from the stillness and tills yearning hearts with joy and sweetness. There is an ecstasy, a laughter, a cry of joy.


Infinite Bliss

A power leaned down, a happiness found its home.

Over wide earth brooded the infinite bliss.

A Power leans down, a happiness finds its home upon earth. An infinite bliss looms and broods over the wide earth.