Aurobindo 94 Savitri Book 7 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Aurobindo 94 Savitri Book 7



An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Seven: The Book of Yoga
Canto One: The Joy of Union; the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge
of Death and the Heart's Grief and Pain
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

'All-love was hers and its one heavenly cord
Bound all to all with her as golden tie.'
'After all was given she demanded still;
Even by his strong embrace unsatisfied,
She longed to cry, 'O tender Satyavan, ...line241to
....For soon we part and who shall know how long
Before the great wheel in its monstrous round
Restore us to each other and our love? 'line248

'But Satyavan sometimes half understood, '
'The unplumbed abyss of her deep passionate want.'
'All of his speeding days that he could spare
'He gave to her and helped to increase the hours
By the nearness of his presence and his clasp, '
'And the close beating felt of heart on heart.'
How intense the seriousness of his fate..
Unaware Satyavan we must pity...

'She saw the desert of her coming days
Imaged in every solitary hour.'
'Thus in the silent chamber of her soul
Cloistering her love to live with secret grief
She dwelt like a dumb priest with hidden gods'
'He, less aware, thrilled with her from afar.
Always the stature of her passion grew;
Grief, fear became the food of mighty love.'

'It was all her life, became her whole earth and heaven.'
'Her spirit stretched measureless in strength divine,
An anvil for the blows of Fate and Time: '
'The year now paused upon the brink of change.'
'So her grief's heavy sky shut in her heart.
A still self hid behind but gave no light: '.......

............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 1

Page 471

Always behind this strange divided life
Her spirit like a sea of living fire
Possessed her lover and to his body clung,

Intolerant of the poverty of Time
Her passion catching at the fugitive hours
Willed the expense of centuries in one day
Of prodigal love and the surf of ecstasy;

Page 473

Unappeased by the wordless offering of her days,
Lifting to them her sorrow like frankincense,
Her life the altar, herself the sacrifice.

No more the storms sailed with stupendous wings
And thunder strode in wrath across the world,
But still was heard a muttering in the sky
And rain dripped wearily through the mournful air
And grey slow-drifting clouds shut in the earth.

End of Book-7 Canto-1

Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
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