Aurobindo 30-Savitri-Book -2 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Aurobindo 30-Savitri-Book -2



An appreciation on Savitri
Book II The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
Canto V The Godheads of the Little Life
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

Thus must he work life's tangible riddle out
In a doubtful light, by error seize on Truth
And slowly part the visage and the veil.
'A subtler breath quickened dead Matter's forms; '
'A serpent Power twinned the insensible Force.'
'A Life was born that followed Matter's law,
Ignorant of the motives of its steps; '
'It repeated the paradox that gave it birth: '

'Infant self-feeling grew and birth was born.
A godhead woke but lay with dreaming limbs;
Her house refused to open its sealed doors.'
'At first she raised no voice, no motion dared: '
'Then slowly sense quivered and thought peered out;
She forced the reluctant mould to grow aware.
The magic was chiselled of a conscious form; '
'Awoke in Matter spirit's identity'

'A thinking mind had come to lift life's moods,
'An intelligence half-witness, half-machine.'
'This seeming driver of her wheel of works
Missioned to motive and record her drift
And fix its law on her inconstant powers'
'He raised his eyes; Heaven-light mirrored a Face.'
'Amazed at the works wrought in her mystic sleep,
She looked upon the world that she had made: '

'On Matter's acts she imposed a patterned law;
She made a thinking body from chemic cells
And moulded a being out of a driven force.'
'She turned her dream towards some high Unknown;
A breath was felt below of One supreme.'
'A quick celestial flash could sometimes come: '


............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

==========================================

Note: Some more inspiring, descriptive and
informative lines from Book 2 Canto 5

Page 156

This vast perpetual motion caught and held
In the mysterious and unchanging change
Of the persistent movement we call Time

A little the Dreamer changed his pose of stone.
But when the Inconscient's scrupulous work was done
And Chance coerced by fixed immutable laws,
A scene was set for Nature's conscious play.

Then stirred the Spirit's mute immobile sleep;
The Force concealed broke dumbly, slowly out.
A dream of living woke in Matter's heart,
A will to live moved the Inconscient's dust,
A freak of living startled vacant Time,
Ephemeral in a blank eternity,
Infinitesimal in a dead Infinite.

Islands of living dotted lifeless Space
And germs of living formed in formless air.

Page 157

An inarticulate sensibility,
Throbs of the heart of an unknowing world,
Ran through its somnolent torpor and there stirred
A vague uncertain thrill, a wandering beat,
A dim unclosing as of secret eyes.

Insentient to our eyes that only see
The form, the act and not the imprisoned God,
Life hid in her pulse occult of growth and power
A consciousness with mute stifled beats of sense,
A mind suppressed that knew not yet of thought,
An inert spirit that could only be.

Page 158

An animal creation crept and ran
And flew and called between the earth and sky,
Hunted by death but hoping still to live
And glad to breathe if only for a while.
Then man was moulded from the original brute.

Page 159

The illumined soul-ray fell on heart and flesh
And touched with semblances of ideal light
The stuff of which our earthly dreams are made.


A creature insignificant and small
Visited, uplifted by an unknown Power,
Man laboured on his little patch of earth
For means to last, to enjoy, to suffer and die.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success