Aurobindo 104 Savitri Book 7 Poem by Indira Renganathan

An appreciation on Savitri
Book Seven: The Book of Yoga
Canto Four: The Triple Soul-Forces
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

So that was a visit to the inner countries
'Here from a low and prone and listless ground
The passion of the first ascent began; '
'A rugged and ragged soil was her bare seat,
Beneath her feet a sharp and wounding stone.'
'She looked out far and saw from inner mind
This questionable world of outward things,
Of false appearances and plausible shapes, '

'Accepting the universe as her body of woe,
The Mother of the seven sorrows bore
The seven stabs that pierced her bleeding heart:
The beauty of sadness lingered on her face,
Her eyes were dim with the ancient stain of tears.
Her heart was riven with the world's agony
And burdened with the sorrow and struggle in Time,
An anguished music trailed in her rapt voice.'

'Absorbed in a deep compassion's ecstasy, '
'In soft sweet training words slowly she spoke: '
'O Savitri, I am thy secret soul.Line 26 to
I know that one day he shall come at last.'Line 90
How true, how true all above said on a woman's soul
I go by'Mine is the prayer that climbs in vain from earth, '
AndI am the hope that looks towards my God,
My God who never came to me till now; '....

She ceased, and like an echo from below
Answering her pathos of divine complaint
A voice of wrath took up the dire refrain,
A growl of thunder or roar of angry beast,
The beast that crouching growls within man's depths,
Voice of a tortured Titan once a God......

............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May there so, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused there so be knowledge and fortune

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Note: Some more inspiring, descriptive and
informative lines from Book 7 Canto 4

Page 503

A moon-bright face in a sombre cloud of hair,
A Woman sat in a pale lustrous robe.

Page 503&504

To share the suffering of the world I came,
I draw my children's pangs into my breast.
I am the nurse of the dolour beneath the stars;
I am the soul of all who wailing writhe
Under the ruthless harrow of the Gods.
I am woman, nurse and slave and beaten beast;
I tend the hands that gave me cruel blows.
The hearts that spurned my love and zeal I serve;
I am the courted queen, the pampered doll,
I am the giver of the bowl of rice,
I am the worshipped Angel of the House.
I am in all that suffers and that cries.
Mine is the prayer that climbs in vain from earth,
I am traversed by my creatures' agonies,
I am the spirit in a world of pain.


Page 505

A pallid resignation lights my brow,
Within me a blind faith and mercy dwell;
I carry the fire that never can be quenched
And the compassion that supports the suns.
I am the hope that looks towards my God,
My God who never came to me till now;
His voice I hear that ever says `I come':
I know that one day he shall come at last."