Aurobindo 157 Savitri Book 10 Poem by Indira Renganathan

An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Ten:The Book of the Double Twilight
Canto Four:The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

Well, Savitri was not ordinary but godly o'Death
Extraordinary inner powers dominated her heart..
'Once more wilt thou call Light to blind Truth's eyes, Line 235 to
'My spirit's liberty I ask for all.'Line 308
'Offer, O King, thy boons to tired spirits'
'Surely thy boons are great since thou art He! '
'But how shall I seek rest in endless peace
Who house the mighty Mother's violent force, '

'The soul is a figure of the Unmanifest,
The mind labours to think the Unthinkable,
The life to call the Immortal into birth,
The body to enshrine the Illimitable.
The world is not cut off from Truth and God.'
'In vain thou hast dug the dark unbridgeable gulf,
In vain thou hast built the blind and doorless wall: '
All she speaks, authentic is all....

'My mind is a torch lit from the eternal sun,
My life a breath drawn by the immortal Guest,
My mortal body is the Eternal's house.
Already the torch becomes the undying ray,
Already the life is the Immortal's force, '
'How sayst thou Truth can never light the human mind
And Bliss can never invade the mortal's heart
Or God descend into the world he made? '

'If in the meaningless Void creation rose,
If from a bodiless Force Matter was born, '
'If sense could wake in tissue, nerve and cell
And Thought seize the grey matter of the brain,
And soul peep from its secrecy through the flesh,
How shall the nameless Light not leap on men, '....

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 10 Canto 4

Page 648

The world is a spiritual paradox
Invented by a need in the Unseen,
A poor translation to the creature's sense
Of That which for ever exceeds idea and speech,
A symbol of what can never be symbolised,
A language mispronounced, misspelt, yet true.

Man's soul crosses through thee to Paradise,
Heaven's sun forces its way through death and night;
Its light is seen upon our being's verge.