Aurobindo 76 Savitri Book 4 Poem by Indira Renganathan

'They felt a larger future meet their walk; '
'She held their hands, she chose for them their paths: '
'They lived in her, they saw the world with her eyes.'
'Some turned to her against their nature's bent; '
'Some drawn unwillingly by her divine sway
Endured it like a sweet but alien spell; '
'But mid this world, these hearts that answered her call,
None could stand up her equal and her mate.'

'Her greater self lived sole, unclaimed, within.'
'Among the many who came drawn to her
Nowhere she found her partner of high tasks,
The comrade of her soul, her other self
Who was made with her, like God and Nature, one.'
Sweet and wonderful expression here like Savitri Herself
'Some near approached, were touched, caught fire, then failed,
'Too great was her demand, too pure her force.'

'Earth nursed, unconscious still, the inhabiting flame,
Yet something deeply stirred and dimly knew; '
'Some secret wing of expectation beat,
A growing sense of something new and rare
And beautiful stole across the heart of Time.
Then a faint whisper of her touched the soil,
'The eye of the great world discovered her
And wonder lifted up its bardic voice.'

A key to a Light still kept in being's cave,
The sun-word of an ancient mystery's sense,
Her name ran murmuring on the lips of men'
'A single lamp lit in perfection's house,
A bright pure image in a priestless shrine,
Midst those encircling lives her spirit dwelt, '


............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 4 Canto 2

Page 365

As earth claims light for its lone separate need
Demanding her for their sole jealous clasp,
They asked from her movements bounded like their own
And to their smallness craved a like response.

In vain she stooped to equal them with her heights,
Too pure that air was for small souls to breathe.

Page 367

Her name ran murmuring on the lips of men
Exalted and sweet like an inspired verse
Struck from the epic lyre of rumour's winds
Or sung like a chanted thought by the poet Fame.

Page 368

Whoever is too great must lonely live.
Adored he walks in mighty solitude;
Vain is his labour to create his kind,
His only comrade is the Strength within.
Thus was it for a while with Savitri.

Her mind sat high pouring its golden beams,
Her heart was a crowded temple of delight.

End of Book 4 Canto 2