{"id":10782,"date":"2014-07-14T01:52:36","date_gmt":"2014-07-14T08:52:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/saa.santansoftwaresystems.com\/?p=10782"},"modified":"2014-12-07T01:07:53","modified_gmt":"2014-12-07T09:07:53","slug":"savitri-study-book-5-canto-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/savitri-study\/book-5-savitri-study\/savitri-study-book-5-canto-1","title":{"rendered":"Savitri-study-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
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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

Canto One<\/I><\/P>
\n



\n<\/P>
\n

The Destined Meeting-Place<\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Summary<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n
The destined
\nplace and hour are now near. Unknown to her she has come close to her
\ngoal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNothing really
\nappears by chance. That is only an appearance. Everything is guided
\nby an Omniscience and things take place at the appointed place and
\ntime.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri now arrives
\nat a spot of fresh life and felicity. A great expectation is in the
\nair. Mountains, woods, waters, birds\u2014all are bathed in a dreamy
\nhappiness. It is as if the Earth is having a romance with her lover,
\nHeaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBehind all is the
\nmajestic calm of Nature. Man has not yet come here to disturb the
\nprimeval peace of the region. At the borders of the tract are solemn
\nhills that rise up in the skies like meditative ascetics.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis is the scene
\nchosen by the indefinable Mother of all in the form of Savitri for
\nher brief felicity. Here in solitude commences her part in the joy
\nand strife of the world. Here Love meets Savitri.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>The
\nGoal Nears<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nnow the destined spot and hour were close;
Unknowing she had
\nneared her nameless goal. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nthough a dress of blind and devious chance
Is laid upon the work
\nof all-wise Fate,
Our acts interpret an omniscient Force
That
\ndwells in the compelling stuff of things,
And nothing happens in
\nthe cosmic play
But at its time and in its foreseen place. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough unaware,
\nSavitri is now nearing her goal; the place and the time for it are
\nclose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn life it looks as
\nif all is a play of Chance, but it is only an appearance which hides
\nthe working of an all-wise Fate. Chance is but one of the agents of
\nthe determining Will. Our acts are really the renderings of an
\nall-seeing Force that dwells in all things and compels their action.
\nIn this game of the Cosmos nothing ever takes place except at its
\nappointed time and previsioned place.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>World
\nof Free and Green Delight<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\na space she came of soft and delicate air
That seemed a sanctuary
\nof youth and joy,
A highland world of free and green delight
\n
Where spring and summer lay together and strove
In indolent
\nand amicable debate,
Inarmed, disputing with laughter who should
\nrule. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri arrives at a
\nplace full of soft and delicate air which looks like a home of youth
\nand joy, a plateau of free and fresh delight where spring and summer
\nare, as it were, engaged in friendly debate as to who should rule.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Coming
\nChange<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nexpectation beat wide sudden wings,
As if a soul had looked out
\nfrom earth\u2019s face
And all that was in her felt a coming change
\n
And forgetting obvious joys and common dreams,
Obedient to
\nTime\u2019s call and the spirit\u2019s fate,
Were lifted to a beauty
\ncalm and pure
That lived under the eyes of Eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA wide expectation
\nis in the air. It looks as if a soul has looked out from the face of
\nearth and all that is in earth has felt the imminence of a change,
\nand putting behind the common joys and dreams of the day and
\nresponding to the call of Time and the decree of the Spirit, has
\nallowed itself to be lifted to a rare beauty, calm and pure, in the
\nsight of Eternity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Mountainous
\nHeads and Pale Waters<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ncrowd of mountainous heads assailed the sky
Pushing towards rival
\nshoulders nearer heaven,
The armoured leaders of an iron line;
\n
Earth prostrate lay beneath their feet of stone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBelow
\nthere crouched a dream of emerald woods
And gleaming borders
\nsolitary as sleep:
Pale waters ran like glimmering threads of
\npearl. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMountain peaks
\npierce the sky like the leaders of an armed phalanx; below stretches
\nthe prostrate earth. There lie green dreaming forests with silent,
\ngleaming borders and mild running waters glimmering like strings of
\npearls.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Enamoured
\nAir<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsigh was straying among happy leaves;
Cool-perfumed with slow
\npleasure-burdened feet
Faint stumbling breezes faltered among
\nflowers. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nwhite crane stood, a vivid motionless streak,
Peacock and parrot
\njewelled soil and tree,
The dove\u2019s soft moan enriched the
\nenamoured air
And fire-winged wild-drakes swam in silvery pools. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is an air of
\nhappy contentment in the plants; slow breezes laden with fragrance
\nwaft among the flowers; the white crane stands motionless; the
\npeacock and the parrot brightly adorn the soil and the tree; the soft
\ncry of the dove adds to the charm of the place while flame-hued
\ndrakes sail in the silver-white pools.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Festival
\nRiot<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth
\ncouched alone with her great lover Heaven,
Uncovered to her
\nconsort\u2019s purple eye. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher luxurious ecstasy of joy
She squandered the love-music of her
\nnotes,
Wasted the passionate pattern of her blooms
And
\nfestival riot of her scents and hues. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is as if Earth is
\nromancing with her lover, Heaven. She lies bare and uncovered to his
\nbright eye, the sun. She expresses her ecstasy of joy in the gay and
\npassionate love-music of the birds, and in the exciting shapes,
\nscents and hues of the flowers. It is a festive riot of colour,
\nfragrance and design.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Blithe
\nLife<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ncry and leap and hurry were around,
The stealthy footfalls of her
\nchasing things,
The shaggy emerald of her centaur mane,
The
\ngold and sapphire of her warmth and blaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMagician
\nof her rapt felicities,
Blithe, sensuous-hearted, careless and
\ndivine,
Life ran or hid in her delightful rooms;
Behind all
\nbrooded Nature\u2019s grandiose calm. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe cry, the leap
\nand the chase of the denizens of the forests are everywhere. All is
\nwarm in light and hue. The felicitous stream of life runs free,
\nuninterrupted, it plays at hide and seek in sheer delight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBehind all this
\nmovement of mirth and joy, there broods the majestic calm of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Primeval
\nPeace<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPrimeval
\npeace was there and in its bosom
Held undisturbed the strife of
\nbird and beast. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan,
\nthe deep-browed artificer, had not come
To lay his hand on happy
\ninconscient things,
Thought was not there nor the measurer,
\nstrong-eyed toil,
Life had not learned its discord with its aim. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe ancient peace of
\nNature is here untroubled though it contains the strife of the animal
\nkingdom. Man with his scheming intelligence has not come here to
\ndisturb the natural ease of this inconscient order; neither his
\ndisturbing thought nor reason nor self-will are here yet.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nLife is still
\nharmonious; it has not yet strayed from its aim.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Universal
\nJoy<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmighty Mother lay outstretched at ease. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwas in line with her first satisfied plan;
Moved by a universal
\nwill of joy
The trees bloomed in their green felicity
And the
\nwild children brooded not on pain. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMother earth rests
\nin ease. Everything is in accord with her first fulfilled plan. There
\nis all around a universal will of joy, and instinct with it, the
\ntrees bloom in all their freshness and her wild offsprings brood not
\non pain.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Questioning
\nHills<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nthe end reclined a stern and giant tract
Of tangled depths and
\nsolemn questioning hills
And peaks like a bare austerity of the
\nsoul,
Armoured, remote and desolately grand
Like the
\nthought-screened infinities that lie
Behind the rapt smile of the
\nAlmighty\u2019s dance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn the outskirts
\nspreads out a huge tract of intricate depths and rising hills whose
\npeaks look severe like austere souls, remote and grand like the
\ninfinities veiled by thought that lie behind the concentrated smile
\nof Nataraja, the Cosmic Lord at dance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Matted
\nForest-Head<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmatted forest-head invaded heaven
As if a blue-throated ascetic
\npeered
From the stone fastness of his mountain cell
Regarding
\nthe brief gladness of the days;
His vast extended spirit couched
\nbehind. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe sight of a thick
\nforest summit reaching out to the sky looks like a veritable ascetic
\nof a Nilakantha\u2014Shiva whose throat is stained blue with the poison
\nof the world\u2014gazing out from his strong mountain cell on the
\nfleeting joys of earthly life, with his vast outspread spirit looming
\nbehind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Murmur
\nof Retreat<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmighty murmur of immense retreat
Besieged the ear, a sad and
\nlimitless call
As of a soul retiring from the world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s car is
\ninvaded on all sides by the great murmur of a vast retreat, like the
\nsad and unbounded call of a being withdrawing from the world-scene.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>The
\nChosen Scene<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nwas the scene which the ambiguous Mother
Had chosen for her brief
\nfelicitous hour;
Here in this solitude far from the world
Her
\npart she began in the world\u2019s joy and strife. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is the scene
\nchosen by the indeterminable Mother of the universe, in the form of
\nSavitri, for her brief felicity. Here away from the crowd and noise
\nof the world, she commences to play her part in the joy and struggle
\nof the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Disclosures<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nwere disclosed to her the mystic courts,
The lurking doors of
\nbeauty and surprise,
The wings that murmur in the golden house,
\n
The temple of sweetness and the fiery aisle. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere open out to her
\nexperience areas of mystery, unexpected beauty and surprise,
\ninaudible promptings, sweetness and fire.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Love<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nstranger on the sorrowful roads of Time,
Immortal under the yoke
\nof death and fate,
A sacrificant of the bliss and pain of the
\nspheres,
Love in the wilderness met Savitri. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere Love who is a
\nnew-comer to the sorrowful roads of Time who, though immortal,
\nsubjects himself to the yoke of death and fate on earth, who has to
\ncontinuously sacrifice by bearing the stings of the bliss and pain of
\nthe worlds, that Love meets Savitri in this wilderness of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n


\n<\/P><\/p>\n

\n

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