Aurobindo 190 Savitri Book 12 Poem by Indira Renganathan

An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Twelve: Epilogue
The Return to Earth
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

So was Satyavan there alive awakened
'Then one spoke there who seemed a priest and sage:
'O woman soul, what light, what power revealed,
Working the rapid marvels of this day,
Opens for us by thee a happier age? '
'They claimed for their deep childlike motherhood
The life of all these souls to be her life,
Then falling veiled the light.'

'Low she replied, 'Awakened to the meaning of my heart
That to feel love and oneness is to live
And this the magic of our golden change,
Is all the truth I know or seek, O sage.'
'Wondering at her and her too luminous words
Westward they turned in the fast-gathering night.'
Then'Drawn by white manes upon a high-roofed car'
Went 'With linked hands Satyavan and Savitri, '

'Then while they skirted yet the southward verge,
Lost in the halo of her musing brows
Night, splendid with the moon dreaming in heaven
In silver peace, possessed her luminous reign.
She brooded through her stillness on a thought
Deep-guarded by her mystic folds of light,
And in her bosom nursed a greater dawn.'
'A greater dawn'...bless us with that O'Savitri

............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 12 Epilogue

Page 723

Her lashes fluttering upwards gathered in
To a vision which had scanned immortal things,
Rejoicing, human forms for their delight.

Page 724

Murmur and movement and the tread of men
Broke the night's solitude; the neigh of steeds
Rose from that indistinct and voiceful sea
Of life and all along its marchings swelled
The rhyme of hooves, the chariot's homeward voice.

Numberless the stars swam on their shadowy field
Describing in the gloom the ways of light.

The End

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After reading the long epic Savitri....


My words are speechless in mum bliss
When mind reads the verses comprehended
Heart is painted of its poetic colour..
Of its similes, metaphors, choice of words
style of write tremendously outstanding
And as the soul just resting wakefully
On the couch of its tranquil transcendence
Lighted vision enjoying its spotless light

And when awakes my 'I', urgent it wishes
To mark the sacred rise of Savitri again
A golden touch of her glorious mien supreme
A spark of her vision that ventured over Dark
A shower of her diligent puissance saving Satyavan
All this earth to be fed; it's time, her promise to act
'Lo, all these beings in this wonderful world!
Let us give joy to all, for joy is ours'..she said

Not an yogi, not a philosopher but a mother
Home bound, duty bound stuck in livelihood
Wonder at my luck blessed to read this epic
In timeless life to find time for this work
This kitchen bound woman 'how? ', may I ask o'Savitri
To muse to be amused of His blessing as you did?
May you so descend o' divine Mother per your promise
'Let us give joy to all, for joy is ours'..you said

A pastime writer and not a poet grammarian
My diction, this English too far from me
That I grope hard to get even a speck of it
O'Guru, Thee doeth know well reading my mind
May Thy cognitive presence all around censed
Pardon me, save and sow in me seed of knowledge....

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