Aurobindo-23-Savitri-Book -2 - Poem by Indira Renganathan
An appreciation on Savitri
Book II The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
Canto IV The Kingdoms of the Little Life
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'A quivering trepidant uncertain world
Born from that dolorous meeting and eclipse
Appeared in the emptiness where her feet had trod, '
'There was a writhing of half-conscious force
Hardly awakened from the Inconscient's sleep,
Tied to an instinct-driven Ignorance, '
'It strove with a blindness..'
'Between earth-pain and the bliss from which Life fell.
'A world that ever seeks for something missed,
Hunts for the joy that earth has failed to keep.'
'A Power beyond earth's scope has touched the earth; '
'A formless yearning passions in man's heart,
A cry is in his blood for happier things: '
'Else could he roam on a free sunlit soil
With the childlike pain-forgetting mind of beasts
Or live happy, unmoved, like flowers and trees.'
'The Might that came upon the earth to bless,
Has stayed on earth to suffer and aspire.
The infant laugh that rang through time is hushed:
Man's natural joy of life is overcast
And sorrow is his nurse of destiny.'
'Insatiate seeker, he has all to learn:
He has exhausted now life's surface acts,
'His being's hidden realms remain to explore.'
'He becomes a mind, he becomes a spirit and self;
In his fragile tenement he grows Nature's lord
In him Matter wakes from its long obscure trance,
In him earth feels the Godhead drawing near.'
A restless hungry energy of Will,
'Life cast her seed in the body's indolent mould'..
............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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