Aurobindo 69 Savitri Book 3 Poem by Indira Renganathan

An appreciation on Savitri-
Book 3-The Book of the Divine Mother
Canto Four: The Vision and the Boon
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

'A plan in the occult eternal Mind'..
'Where is the thunder of thy victory's wings?
Only we hear the feet of passing gods.'
'The aeons ever repeat their changeless round,
The cycles all rebuild and ever aspire.
All we have done is ever still to do.
All breaks and all renews and is the same.'
'Too little the strength that now with us is born, '

'In a brute world that knows not its own sense,
Thought-racked upon the wheel of birth we live,
The instruments of an impulse not our own
Moved to achieve with our heart's blood for price
Half-knowledge, half-creations that soon tire.'
'Annulled, frustrated, spent, we still survive.'
'I know that thy creation cannot fail: '
'For''Infallible are thy mysterious steps, '

'All life is fixed in an ascending scale
And adamantine is the evolving Law; '
'A Power arose out of my slumber's cell.
Abandoning the tardy limp of the hours
It saw from timelessness the works of Time.'
'Overpassed were the leaden formulas of the Mind,
Overpowered the obstacle of mortal Space:
The unfolding Image showed the things to come.'

'A giant dance of Shiva tore the past;
There was a thunder as of worlds that fall;
Earth was o'errun with fire and the roar of Death
Clamouring to slay a world his hunger had made;
There was a clangour of Destruction's wings: '
'Alarm and rumour shook the armoured Night.....

............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 3 Canto 4

Page 342

Huge revolutions of life's fruitless gyre,
The new-born ages perish like the old,
As if the sad Enigma kept its right
Till all is done for which this scene was made.

A foiled immortal soul in perishing limbs,
Baffled and beaten back we labour still;
Annulled, frustrated, spent, we still survive.

Page 343

In the beginning is prepared the close.

This strange irrational product of the mire,
This compromise between the beast and god,
Is not the crown of thy miraculous world.

I know there shall inform the inconscient cells,
At one with Nature and at height with heaven,
A spirit vast as the containing sky
And swept with ecstasy from invisible founts,
A god come down and greater by the fall.