{"id":10527,"date":"2014-03-10T18:27:12","date_gmt":"2014-03-11T01:27:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.collectedworksofsriaurobindo.com\/?p=10527"},"modified":"2014-12-06T15:24:27","modified_gmt":"2014-12-06T23:24:27","slug":"savitri-book-5-canto-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/savitri\/book-5\/savitri-book-5-canto-1","title":{"rendered":"Savitri-Book-5-Canto-1"},"content":{"rendered":"
\nIntroduction<\/a>   Notes<\/a>   Book 1<\/a>   Book II<\/a>   Book III<\/a>   Book IV<\/a>   
\nBook V<\/a>   Book VI<\/a>   Book VII<\/a>   Book VIII<\/a>   
\nBook IX<\/a>   Book X<\/a>   Book XI<\/a>   Book XII<\/a>
\n<\/br><\/br><\/div>\n
\n
\n

Book Five. The Book of Love<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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\n
\n
Book Five<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

The Book of Love<\/b><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n

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\n
\n

Canto One<\/i> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n The Destined
\nMeeting-Place<\/font><\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But
\nnow the destined spot and hour were close;<\/p>\n

Unknowing
\nshe had neared her nameless goal.<\/p>\n

For
\nthough a dress of blind and devious chance<\/p>\n

Is
\nlaid upon the work of all-wise Fate,<\/p>\n

Our
\nacts interpret an omniscient Force<\/p>\n

That
\ndwells in the compelling stuff of things,<\/p>\n

And
\nnothing happens in the cosmic play<\/p>\n

But
\nat its time and in its foreseen place.<\/p>\n

To a
\nspace she came of soft and delicate air<\/p>\n

That
\nseemed a sanctuary of youth and joy,<\/p>\n

A
\nhighland world of free and green delight<\/p>\n

Where
\nspring and summer lay together and strove<\/p>\n

In
\nindolent and amicable debate,<\/p>\n

Inarmed<\/span>, disputing with laughter
\nwho should rule.<\/p>\n

There
\nexpectation beat wide sudden wings,<\/p>\n

As
\nif a soul had looked out from earth’s face<\/p>\n

And
\nall that was in her felt a coming change<\/p>\n

And
\nforgetting obvious joys and common dreams,<\/p>\n

Obedient
\nto Time’s call and the spirit’s fate,<\/p>\n

Were
\nlifted to a beauty calm and pure<\/p>\n

That
\nlived under the eyes of Eternity.<\/p>\n

A
\ncrowd of mountainous heads assailed the sky<\/p>\n

Pushing
\ntowards rival shoulders nearer heaven,<\/p>\n

The armoured<\/span> leaders of an iron
\nline;<\/p>\n

Earth
\nprostrate lay beneath their feet of stone.<\/p>\n

Below
\nthere crouched a dream of emerald woods<\/p>\n

And
\ngleaming borders solitary as sleep:<\/p>\n

Pale
\nwaters ran like glimmering threads of pearl.<\/p>\n

A
\nsigh was straying among happy leaves;<\/p>\n

Cool-perfumed
\nwith slow pleasure-burdened feet<\/p>\n

Faint
\nstumbling breezes faltered among flowers. <\/p>\n

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\n
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The
\nwhite crane stood, a vivid motionless streak,<\/p>\n

Peacock
\nand parrot jewelled<\/span> soil
\nand tree,<\/p>\n

The
\ndove’s soft moan enriched the enamoured<\/span>
\nair<\/p>\n

And
\nfire-winged wild-drakes swam in silvery pools.<\/p>\n

Earth
\ncouched alone with her great lover Heaven,<\/p>\n

Uncovered
\nto her consort’s purple eye.<\/p>\n

In
\nher luxurious ecstasy of joy<\/p>\n

She
\nsquandered the love-music of her notes,<\/p>\n

Wasted
\nthe passionate pattern of her blooms<\/p>\n

And
\nfestival riot of her scents and hues.<\/p>\n

A
\ncry and leap and hurry ware around,<\/p>\n

The
\nstealthy footfalls of her chasing things,<\/p>\n

The
\nshaggy emerald of her centaur mane,<\/p>\n

The
\ngold and sapphire of her warmth and blaze.<\/p>\n

Magician
\nof her rapt felicities,<\/p>\n

Blithe,
\nsensuous-hearted, careless and divine,<\/p>\n

Life
\nran or hid in her delightful rooms;<\/p>\n

Behind
\nall brooded Nature’s grandiose calm.<\/p>\n

Primeval<\/span> peace was there and in
\nits bosom<\/p>\n

Held
\nundisturbed the strife of bird and beast.<\/p>\n

Man,
\nthe deep-browed artificer, had not come<\/p>\n

To
\nlay his hand on happy inconscient things,<\/p>\n

Thought
\nwas not there nor the measurer, strong-eyed toil,<\/p>\n

Life
\nhad not learned its discord with its aim.<\/p>\n

The
\nmighty Mother lay outstretched at ease.<\/p>\n

All
\nwas in line with her first satisfied plan;<\/p>\n

Moved
\nby a universal will of joy<\/p>\n

The
\ntrees bloomed in their green felicity<\/p>\n

And
\nthe wild children brooded not on pain.<\/p>\n

At
\nthe end reclined a stern and giant tract<\/p>\n

Of
\ntangled depths and solemn questioning hills<\/p>\n

And
\npeaks like a bare austerity of the soul,<\/p>\n

Armoured<\/span>, remote and desolately
\ngrand<\/p>\n

Like
\nthe thought-screened infinities that lie<\/p>\n

Behind
\nthe rapt smile of the Almighty’s dance.<\/p>\n

A
\nmatted forest-head invaded heaven <\/p>\n

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\n
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As
\nif a blue-throated ascetic peered<\/p>\n

From
\nthe stone fastness of his mountain cell<\/p>\n

Regarding
\nthe brief gladness of the days;<\/p>\n

His
\nvast extended spirit couched behind.<\/p>\n

A
\nmighty murmur of immense retreat<\/p>\n

Besieged
\nthe ear, a sad and limitless call<\/p>\n

As
\nof a soul retiring from the world.<\/p>\n

This
\nwas the scene which the ambiguous Mother<\/p>\n

Had
\nchosen for her brief felicitous hour;<\/p>\n

Here
\nin this solitude far from the world<\/p>\n

Her
\npart she began in the world’s joy and strife.<\/p>\n

Here
\nwere disclosed to her the mystic courts,<\/p>\n

The
\nlurking doors of beauty and surprise,<\/p>\n

The
\nwings that murmur in the golden house,<\/p>\n

The
\ntemple of sweetness and the fiery aisle.<\/p>\n

A
\nstranger on the sorrowful roads of Time,<\/p>\n

Immortal
\nunder the yoke of death and fate,<\/p>\n

A sacrificant<\/span> of the bliss and
\npain of the spheres,<\/p>\n

Love
\nin the wilderness met Savitri.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

End of Canto One <\/p>\n

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Introduction   Notes   Book 1   Book II   Book III   Book IV    Book V   Book VI   Book VII   Book VIII    Book IX   Book X   Book XI   Book XII Book Five. The Book of Love Canto I    Canto II    Canto III           <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[230],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10527","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-book-5","wpcat-230-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10527","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10527"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10527\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11010,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10527\/revisions\/11010"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10527"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10527"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10527"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}