Aurobindo 137 Savitri Book 10 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Aurobindo 137 Savitri Book 10



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

'All still was darkness dread and desolate; '
'It was as if she must pay now her debt,
Her vain presumption to exist and think,
To some brilliant Maya that conceived her soul.'
'In that tremendous darkness heavy and bare
She atoned for all since the first act whence sprang
The error of the consciousness of Time,
The rending of the Inconscient's seal of sleep, '

'Accursed in what had been her godhead source,
Condemned to live for ever empty of bliss,
Her immortality her chastisement,
Her spirit, guilty of being, wandered doomed,
Moving for ever through eternal Night.
But Maya is a veil of the Absolute; '
'The inconscient world is the spirit's self-made room,
Eternal Night shadow of eternal Day.'....

What definition else could be more appropriate
Than Thou words to beautify Inconscience..?
'Night is not our beginning nor our end;
We came to her from a supernal Light,
By Light we live and to the Light we go.
Here in this seat of Darkness mute and lone,
In the heart of everlasting Nothingness
Light conquered now even by that feeble beam: '

'A golden fire came in and burned Night's heart; '
'The Inconscient conscious grew, Night felt and thought.'
'Passed was the heaviness of the eyeless dark
And all the sorrow of the night was dead: '
'Surprised by a blind joy with groping hands'
'She slipped; there far-off raptures drew more close'...

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


Page 599

An ineffectual beam of suffering light
Through the despairing darkness dogged their steps
Like the remembrance of a glory lost;

Page 600

The primal and unpardoned revolt that broke
The peace and silence of the Nothingness
Which was before a seeming universe
Appeared in a vanity of imagined Space
And life arose engendering grief and pain:

A Truth occult has made this mighty world:
The Eternal's wisdom and self-knowledge act
In ignorant Mind and in the body's steps.
The Inconscient is the Superconscient's sleep.
An unintelligible Intelligence
Invents creation's paradox profound;

Although Death walks beside us on Life's road,
A dim bystander at the body's start
And a last judgment on man's futile works,
Other is the riddle of its ambiguous face:

Page 600&601

Death is a stair, a door, a stumbling stride
The soul must take to cross from birth to birth,
A grey defeat pregnant with victory,
A whip to lash us towards our deathless state.

Page 601

Night is not our beginning nor our end;
She is the dark Mother in whose womb we have hid
Safe from too swift a waking to world-pain.

A golden fire came in and burned Night's heart;
Her dusky mindlessness began to dream;

Adversary of the slow struggling Dawn
Defending its ground of tortured mystery,
It trailed its coils through the dead martyred air
And curving fled down a grey slope of Time.

There breaks a passion and splendour of new birth
And hue-winged visions stray across the lids,
Heaven's chanting heralds waken dim-eyed Space.

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