Aurobindo 127 Savitri Book 9 - Poem by Indira Renganathan
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Nine: The Book of Eternal Night
Canto One: Towards the Black Void
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'So was she left alone in the huge wood,
Surrounded by a dim unthinking world,
Her husband's corpse on her forsaken breast.'
'Over the body she loved her soul leaned out
In a great stillness without stir or voice,
As if her mind had died with Satyavan.'
Oh, the union divine wished the most
Seemed lost was not to be lost however...
'Then suddenly there came on her the change
Which in tremendous moments of our lives
Can overtake sometimes the human soul
And hold it up towards its luminous source.'
'Only the spirit sees and all is known.'
'A new sight comes, new voices in us form
A body of the music of the Gods.'
'This in a moment's depths was born in her.'
'As in a choric robe of unheard sounds
A Force descended trailing endless lights; '
'Linking Time's seconds to infinity,
Illimitably it girt the earth and her:
It sank into her soul and she was changed.'
'Then like a thought fulfilled by some great word
That mightiness assumed a symbol form: '
She sowed her faith to reap the fruit...
'Her being's spaces quivered with its touch,
It covered her as with immortal wings;
On its lips the curve of the unuttered Truth,
A halo of Wisdom's lightnings for its crown,
It entered the mystic lotus in her head,
A thousand-petalled home of power and light.'...
............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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