Aurobindo 70 Savitri Book 3 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Aurobindo 70 Savitri Book 3



Aurobindo 70 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

'I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers'
'I saw them cross the twilight of an age,
The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn,
'The architects of immortality.'
'Into the fallen human sphere they came,
Faces that wore the Immortal's glory still,
Voices that communed still with the thoughts of God,
Bodies made beautiful by the spirit's light, ...'

'High priests of wisdom, sweetness, might and bliss,
Discoverers of beauty's sunlit ways
And swimmers of Love's laughing fiery floods
And dancers within rapture's golden doors,
Their tread one day shall change the suffering earth
And justify the light on Nature's face.'
'All shall be done for which our pain was borne.'
All shall be blessed behind Thine paces Aswapati..

'Even as of old man came behind the beast
This high divine successor surely shall come
Behind man's inefficient mortal pace,
Behind his vain labour, sweat and blood and tears: '
Blessed have their dreams come true...
'Inheritor of the toil of human time,
He shall take on him the burden of the gods; '
'The might of heaven shall fortify earthly hearts; '

'And weary is the ancient Mother's heart.'
'O Wisdom-Splendour, Mother of the universe,
Creatrix, the Eternal's artist Bride,
Linger not long with thy transmuting hand
Pressed vainly on one golden bar of Time,
As if Time dare not open its heart to God.'

............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 343

I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers
Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life
Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth;

Forerunners of a divine multitude,
Out of the paths of the morning star they came
Into the little room of mortal life.

The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn,
The great creators with wide brows of calm,

Page 344

Although Fate lingers in the high Beyond
And the work seems vain on which our heart's force was spent,
All shall be done for which our pain was borne.

He shall know what mortal mind barely durst think,
He shall do what the heart of the mortal could not dare.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
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