Aurobindo-11-Savitri-Book -1 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Aurobindo-11-Savitri-Book -1

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An appreciation on Savitri-
Book I The Book of Beginnings-
canto-4-The Secret Knowledge
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's


'This is the knot that ties together the stars'
The Two who are one are the secret of all power,
'His silence is his signature to her deeds'
'She through his witness sight and motion of might
Unrolls the material of her cosmic Act'
'He is carried by her from Night to deathless Light.
This grand surrender is his free-will's gift
His pure transcendent force submits to hers.'

'Whatever she desires he wills to be:
The Spirit, the innumerable One,
He has left behind his lone eternity,
He is an endless birth in endless Time,
Her finite's multitude in an infinite Space.'
' The master of existence lurks in us
And plays at hide-and-seek with his own Force;
In Nature's instrument loiters secret God.'

'The Immanent lives in man as in his house; '
'The All-Conscious ventured into Ignorance,
The All-Blissful bore to be insensible.'
'The Absolute, the Perfect, the Alone
Has entered with his silence into space'
'A mutual debt binds man to the Supreme'
His nature we must put on as he put ours; '
Our life is a paradox with God for key.'


'A trafficker in small impermanent wares'
'But now he hears the sound of larger seas.'
'There is a plan in the Mother's deep world-whim,
A purpose in her vast and random game.'
'To evoke a Person in the impersonal Void, '
'And raise a lost Power from its python sleep'...

............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 linesfrom
Book-1 canto-4


Page 63

The Two who are one are the might and right in things.

His breast he offers for her cosmic dance
Of which our lives are the quivering theatre,

His journey through the days is her sun-march;
He runs upon her roads; hers is his course.

A partner in her evil and her good,
He has consented to her passionate ways,
He is driven by her sweet and dreadful force.

Page 64

Her events that weave the texture of our lives
And all by which we find or lose ourselves,
Things sweet and bitter, magnificent and mean,
Things terrible and beautiful and divine.

Her empire in the cosmos she has built,
He is governed by her subtle and mighty laws.
His consciousness is a babe upon her knees,
His being a field of her vast experiment,
Her endless space is the playground of his thoughts;

Page 67

He whose transcendence rules the pregnant Vasts,
Prescient now dwells in our subliminal depths,
A luminous individual Power, alone.

We are sons of God and must be even as he:
His human portion, we must grow divine.

Page 68

In a body obscuring the immortal Spirit
A nameless Resident vesting unseen powers
With Matter's shapes and motives beyond thought
And the hazard of an unguessed consequence,
An omnipotent indiscernible Influence,
He sits, unfelt by the form in which he lives
And veils his knowledge by the groping mind.

Page 69

Two seem his goals, yet ever are they one
And gaze at each other over bourneless Time;
Spirit and Matter are their end and source.

He is the explorer and the mariner
On a secret inner ocean without bourne:
He is the adventurer and cosmologist
Of a magic earth's obscure geography.

Page 71

The surface symbol of his goalless quest
Takes deeper meanings to his inner view;
His is a search of darkness for the light,
Of mortal life for immortality.

In the vessel of an earthly embodiment
Over the narrow rails of limiting sense
He looks out on the magic waves of Time
Where mind like a moon illumines the world's dark.

Page 72

Across the salt waste of the endless years
Her ocean winds impel his errant boat,
The cosmic waters plashing as he goes,
A rumour around him and danger and a call.
Always he follows in her force's wake.

As long as Nature lasts, he too is there,
For this is sure that he and she are one;
Even when he sleeps, he keeps her on his breast:
Whoever leaves her, he will not depart
To repose without her in the Unknowable.
There is a truth to know, a work to do;
Her play is real; a Mystery he fulfils:

End of Book 1-Canto 4

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