Aurobindo 169 Savitri Book 11 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Aurobindo 169 Savitri Book 11



An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Eleven: The Book of Everlasting Day
Canto One: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice
and the Supreme Consummation
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's


'There was no more the torment under the stars,
The evil sheltered behind Nature's mask;
There was no more the dark pretence of hate,
The cruel rictus on Love's altered face.'
As weighty was her effort so strong was the bliss
'All grace and glory and all divinity
Were here collected in a single form;
All worshipped eyes looked through his from one face; '

'Objects are his letters, forces are his words,
Events are the crowded history of his life,
And sea and land are the pages for his tale.
Matter is his means and his spiritual sign;
He hangs the thought upon a lash's lift,
In the current of the blood makes flow the soul.
His is the dumb will of atom and of clod; '
Only a heavenly soul can utter heavenly...superb

'A Will that without sense or motive acts,
An Intelligence needing not to think or plan,
The world creates itself invincibly;
For its body is the body of the Lord
And in its heart stands Virat, King of Kings.
In him shadows his form the Golden Child
Who in the Sun-capped Vast cradles his birth: '
A needed explication to me this is....

'Hiranyagarbha, author of thoughts and dreams,
Who sees the invisible and hears the sounds
That never visited a mortal ear,
Discoverer of unthought realities
Truer to Truth than all we have ever known,
He is the leader on the inner roads; '....

............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 11 Canto 1

Page 679

Hate was the grip of a dreadful amour's strife;

Page 680

Death's sombre cowl was cast from Nature's brow;
There lightened on her the godhead's lurking laugh.

Friday, July 8, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
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