Aurobindo 39-Savitri-Book -2 - Poem by Indira Renganathan
An appreciation on Savitri
Book II The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
Canto VI The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'This world is her long journey through the night,
The suns and planets lamps to light her road,
Our reason is the confidante of her thoughts,
Our senses are her vibrant witnesses.'
There drawing her signs from things half true, half false,
She labours to replace by realised dreams
The memory of her lost eternity.'
'These are her deeds in this huge world-ignorance:
Till the veil is lifted, till the night is dead,
In light or dark she keeps her tireless search;
Time is her road of endless pilgrimage.
One mighty passion motives all her works.
Her eternal Lover is her action's cause; '
Her will is to shut God into her works
And keep him as her cherished prisoner
That never they may part again in Time.'
'A sumptuous chamber of the spirit's sleep
At first she made, a deep interior room,
Where he slumbers as if a forgotten guest.
But now she turns to break the oblivious spell,
Awakes the sleeper on the sculptured couch; '
'Across a luminous dream of spirit-space
She builds creation like a rainbow bridge
Between the original Silence and the Void.'
'A net is made of the mobile universe;
She weaves a snare for the conscious Infinite.
'There every thought and feeling is an act,
And every act a symbol and a sign,
And every symbol hides a living power'
'All shown is a figure or copy of the Truth, '
............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 thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
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