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



\n<\/P>
\n

Satyavan<\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Summary<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n
This day the
\nroad turns towards some human homes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA single path shoots
\nforth in the wide green forest. Here Savitri first meets him for whom
\nshe has come so far. He appears against a forest edge, erect and
\nlofty like a spear of God. Noble, peaceful, beautiful, joyous is his
\nfigure.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe wisdom of a
\nhostile Fate had brought him here to the very abode of Mother-Nature
\nwhere he has grown in wisdom, identified with the workings of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis morning
\nimpelled by the Guide within he has turned from his accustomed paths
\nto this spot.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt first his figure
\nappears to Savitri’s eyes as part of the general forest-scene. Then
\nsuddenly something wells up from within and her vision settles. Her
\nheart looks out at him and knows him closer than its own strings. She
\nis surprised and seized. All in her being rushes towards him. She
\ncomes under the spell of the face she sees. She cries out. The
\nchariot comes to a stop.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan looks up
\nand hears her enchanting voice, beholds her perfect face. His being
\nis overwhelmed. His gaze meets her gaze and the eyes cling. He
\nbecomes conscious of his future regarding him in her person. He sees
\nhis dream coming to life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nVerily in these two,
\nLove has brought down power from eternity to firmly establish himself
\nin life on earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMen seem to meet
\neach other as if by accident. But in fact it is all by some secret
\ndesign of Providence. The soul recognises its mate-soul and with the
\nfirst breath of love responds to it in joy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nLove is a power and
\na glory from eternity. He is disfigured and misused here in the lower
\ncreation. Yet he is the one God who can change all. Love dwells in
\nall like an unopened flower and blooms at the right soul-moment. Till
\nhe gets a signal by a look, a touch, or a face, he plays about in
\nthought, in imagination, in dream.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nLove strives to
\nrealise the underlying unity in all. Indeed the cup that can hold the
\nrare nectar-wine of love is unique, but there do come by such
\nreceptacles of the power and bliss of love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBoth Savitri and
\nSatyavan recognise each other. All their past rushes up in memory.
\nForms have changed, but not the Spirit of either. The distance
\nbetween them crumbles and heart turns to heart in close affinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA new time begins in
\nthat long moment.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Day
\nof Fate<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nshe remembered on this day of Fate,
The road that hazarded not
\nthe solemn depths
But turned away to flee to human homes,
The
\nwilderness with its mighty monotone,
The morning like a lustrous
\nseer above,
The passion of the summits lost in heaven,
The
\ntitan murmur of the endless woods. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn this significant
\nday Savitri’s mind remembers the road turning away from the depths of
\nthe woods towards human habitation. She remembers also the great
\nunchanging note of the wilderness around, the bright morning above,
\nthe soaring of the mountain summits into the skies and the giant
\nmurmurs of the luxuriant forests everywhere.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Wicket
\nGate to Joy<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nif a wicket gate to joy were there
Ringed in with voiceless hint
\nand magic sign,
Upon the margin of an unknown world
Reclined
\nthe curve of a sun-held recess; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLike an entrance to
\na place of joy, conveying a mute hint, a magic sign, there comes into
\nview a sunbathed retreat on the border of an unknown realm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Shelters
\nof Felicity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nGroves
\nwith strange flowers like eyes of gazing nymphs
Peered from their
\nsecrecy into open space,
Boughs whispering to a constancy of
\nlight
Sheltered a dim and screened felicity,
And slowly a
\nsupine inconstant breeze
Ran like a fleeting sigh of happiness
\n
Over slumberous grasses pranked with green and gold. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nGroves with bright
\nflowers and sun-lit boughs horning soft felicity come into view. A
\nmild breeze, like a quick sigh of happiness, passes over the
\ngrass-spreads spangled with growths in green and gold.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Voices
\nof Birds<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHidden
\nin the forest\u2019s bosom of loneliness
Amid the leaves the inmate
\nvoices called,
Sweet like desires enamoured and unseen,
Cry
\nanswering to low insistent cry. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFrom the branches of
\nthe trees in the forest are heard, like charming and unseen desires,
\nsweet voices of birds calling and answering.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Strength
\nand Peace<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehind
\nslept emerald dumb remotenesses,
Haunt of a Nature passionate,
\nveiled, denied
To all but her own vision lost and wild. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth
\nin this beautiful refuge free from cares
Murmured to the soul a
\nsong of strength and peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehind extends a
\nthick forest range, remote from approach, where wild Nature thrives
\nin utter privacy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn this fine retreat
\nfree from all cares, the Earth exudes strength and peace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Here
\nshe Meets him<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly
\none sign was there of a human tread:
A single path, shot thin and
\narrowlike
Into this bosom of vast and secret life,
Pierced
\nits enormous dream of solitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nfirst she met on the uncertain earth
The one for whom her heart
\nhad come so far. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is here only
\none sign of human habitation. A single path, narrow and straight,
\nbreaks through this vast belt of solitude.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere Savitri meets,
\nfor the first time on this unsure earth, him for whom she has
\njourneyed so far.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>He
\nAppears Like a Spear of God<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nmight a soul on Nature\u2019s background limned
Stand out for a
\nmoment in a house of dream
Created by the ardent breath of life,
\n
So he appeared against the forest verge
Inset twixt green
\nrelief and golden ray. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nif a weapon of the living Light,
Erect and lofty like a spear of
\nGod
His figure led the splendour of the morn. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLike a being
\nappearing for an instant, against a backdrop of Nature, in a vivid
\ndream, he comes into view against the forest background, his figure
\nframed by the green vegetation and the golden light of the sun.
\nPiercing like a shaft of bright Light, erect like a spear of God, his
\nform heralds the splendour of that morn.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nBeauty and Light<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNoble
\nand clear as the broad peaceful heavens
A tablet of young wisdom
\nwas his brow,
Freedom\u2019s imperious beauty curved his limbs,
The
\njoy of life was on his open face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nlook was a wide daybreak of the gods,
His head was a youthful
\nRishi\u2019s touched with light,
His body was a lover\u2019s and a
\nking\u2019s. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis brow is noble,
\nclear, radiating peace and wisdom; his limbs are moulded in the
\ncompelling beauty of a large freedom; his open face expresses the joy
\nof life. His eyes have the wide look of young gods. His head is that
\nof a young Rishi, touched with spiritual light; his body is as
\nattractive as that of a lover, as majestic as that of a king.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>He
\nIllumines<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe magnificent dawning of his force
Built like a moving statue
\nof delight
He illumined the border of the forest page. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut
\nof the ignorant eager toil of the years
Abandoning man\u2019s loud
\ndrama he had come
Led by the wisdom of an adverse Fate
To
\nmeet the ancient Mother in her groves. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMagnificent in his
\nyoung strength and looking like a living statue of delight, Satyavan
\nlights up the verge of the forest where he is standing.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nGuided by the wisdom
\nof a Fate apparently adverse to him, he has come here to the ancient
\nMother-Nature, leaving behind him the ignorant, restless and noisy
\nlife of human beings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn driving him into
\nexile from his royal kingdom, Fate has seemed to be hostile; but that
\nis so only in appearance. Behind this circumstance there has been a
\nwisdom working towards a great fulfilment.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Child
\nof Beauty and Solitude<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher divine communion he had grown
A foster-child of beauty and
\nsolitude,
Heir to the centuries of the lonely wise,
A brother
\nof the sunshine and the sky,
A wanderer communing with depth and
\nmarge. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the close company
\nof Mother-Nature, he has fully imbibed the beauty and solitude of the
\nplace; he has become heir to the ages\u2014old heritage of the
\nseer-hermits living here; a natural companion to the sun and the sky,
\nhe roams freely all over his forest realm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Veda-Knower
\nof Nature<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nVeda-knower of the unwritten book
Perusing the mystic scripture
\nof her forms
He had caught her hierophant significances,
Her
\nsphered immense imaginations learned,
Taught by sublimities of
\nstream and wood
And voices of the sun and star and flame
And
\nchant of the magic singers on the boughs
And the dumb teaching of
\nfour-footed things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe has grown in the
\nliving knowledge directly derived from Nature. He has imbibed the
\nsignificance of her forms, known her vast moods, learnt from the
\nsublimities of flowing streams and extensive forests and from the
\nvoices of the sun, star and flame, heard the enchanting notes of the
\nbirds on the trees and grasped the mute teaching of the animals
\naround him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Leaned
\nto her Influence<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHelping
\nwith confident steps her slow great hands
He leaned to her
\ninfluence like a flower to rain
And, like the flower and tree a
\nnatural growth,
Widened with the touches of her shaping hours. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCollaborating with
\nNature in her large movements, he has been instinctively open to her
\ninfluence and moulded by her touch.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>One
\nwith the Single Spirit<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmastery free natures have was his
And their assent to joy and
\nspacious calm;
One with the single Spirit inhabiting all,
He
\nlaid experience at the Godhead\u2019s feet;
His mind was open to her
\ninfinite mind,
His acts were rhythmic with her primal force;
He
\nhad subdued his mortal thought to hers. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe has the command
\nof free natures as well as the joy and the wide calm. Becoming one
\nwith the indwelling Spirit of all, he offers all experience at the
\naltar of the Godhead in Nature. He keeps his mind receptive to her
\ninfinite mind, acts in tune with her original force, thinks in
\nconformity with her thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>On
\nthe Forest’s Verge<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThat
\nday he had turned from his accustomed paths;
For One who, knowing
\nevery moment\u2019s load,
Can move in all our studied or careless
\nsteps,
Had laid the spell of destiny on his feet
And drawn
\nhim to the forest\u2019s flowering verge. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis morning
\nSatyavan has taken a path different from his usual routes. For
\nProvidence who knows what is preparing at every moment of time and
\nguides our steps\u2014whether they are conscious and careful or
\notherwise\u2014, has led him to his destiny and brought him to the
\nblossoming border of the forest.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Her
\nImpersonal Glance (I)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nfirst her glance that took life\u2019s million shapes
Impartially to
\npeople its treasure-house
Along with sky and flower and hill and
\nstar,
Dwelt rather on the bright harmonious scene. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nsaw the green gold of the slumbrous sward,
The grasses quivering
\nwith the slow wind\u2019s tread,
The branches haunted by the wild
\nbird\u2019s call. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri does not see
\nhim at first. Her sight accustomed to take in the innumerable forms
\nin life without preference along with those in Nature, is absorbed in
\nthe harmonious scene around her. It contemplates the green and gold
\nhues of the turf, the grasses swaying in the slow breeze, the
\nbranches of trees echoing with the call of the wild birds.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Her
\nImpersonal Glance (II)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwake
\nto Nature, vague as yet to life,
The eager prisoner from the
\nInfinite,
The immortal wrestler in its mortal house,
Its
\npride, power, passion of a striving God,
It saw this image of
\nveiled deity,
This thinking master creature of the earth,
This
\nlast result of the beauty of the stars,
But only saw like fair
\nand common forms
The artist spirit needs not for its work
And
\nputs aside in memory\u2019s shadowy rooms. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri is more
\nsensitive to Nature than to human life. She, who has come from the
\nInfinite, accepts willingly her imprisonment which is impressed in
\nMatter; she is the immortal combatant in mortal tenement, with the
\nintensities of a struggling God. Her eyes light upon the form of
\nSatyavan\u2014the image of the deity veiled within, the crowning product
\nof earth, the culmination of the beauty of the stars;\u2014but they look
\nat him as at other common forms very much like an artist looking at
\nthings not relevant to his immediate purpose and putting them aside
\nin the store of his memory for future use.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Her
\nEyes Wander<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nlook, a turn decides our ill-poised fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nin the hour that most concerned her all,
Wandering unwarned by
\nthe slow surface mind,
The heedless scout beneath her tenting
\nlids
Admired indifferent beauty and cared not
To wake her
\nbody\u2019s spirit to its king. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nVery often a sudden
\nlook, an unexpected turn settles our fate that has not been decided
\ntill that moment. This is what happens in the case of Savitri now.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt this moment that
\nconcerns her most, her eyes wander, without any alert from the
\nslow-moving surface mind; they admire the beauty of Satyavan in an
\nimpersonal way without caring to intimate to the spirit of her body
\nthat its king is here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>God
\nTouches in Time<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSo
\nmight she have passed by on chance ignorant roads
Missing the
\ncall of Heaven, losing life\u2019s aim,
But the god touched in time
\nher conscious soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nvision settled, caught and all was changed. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe would have
\npassed on thus wherever chance led her on roads meaningless to her
\npurpose, missing her call of destiny. But the daemon prompts her
\nconscious being in time and as a result her gaze fixes itself on
\nSatyavan and all is changed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>In
\nIdeal Dreams<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nmind at first dwelt in ideal dreams,
Those intimate transmuters
\nof earth\u2019s signs
That make known things a hint of unseen
\nspheres,
And saw in him the genius of the spot,
A symbol
\nfigure standing mid earth\u2019s scenes,
A king of life outlined in
\ndelicate air. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt first Savitri’s
\nmind is full of ideal dreams which make the known things of the earth
\nspringboards for entry into unseen worlds; she sees Satyavan as the
\npresiding spirit of the place, in a symbolic way, a king of life
\ncreated out of fine air.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Her
\nHeart Looks<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet
\nthis was but a moment\u2019s reverie;
For suddenly her heart looked
\nout at him,
The passionate seeing used thought cannot match,
And
\nknew one nearer than its own close strings. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever, this
\nreverie lasts hardly for a moment. All of a sudden her heart looks
\nout at Satyavan, looks with the passion which sees what thought
\ncannot see, and recognises him to be someone closer to itself than
\nits own strings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Born
\nto new Things<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nin a moment was surprised and seized,
All in inconscient ecstasy
\nlain wrapped
Or under imagination\u2019s coloured lids
Held up
\nin a large mirror-air of dream,
Broke forth in flame to recreate
\nthe world,
And in that flame to new things she was born. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a moment all in
\nher is taken by surprise and seized; all that had lain covered in
\nmute ecstasy, all that was in the states of imagination and dream,
\nsprang into a flaming reality to create a new world; and in that
\nintensity Savitri is born to a new life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Her
\nSoul Flings open its Doors<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmystic tumult from her depths arose;
Hailed, smitten erect like
\none who dreamed at ease,
Life ran to gaze from every gate of
\nsense:
Thoughts indistinct and glad in moon-mist heavens,
\n
Feelings as when a universe takes birth,
Swept through the
\nturmoil of her bosom\u2019s space
Invaded by a swarm of golden gods:
\n
Arising to a hymn of wonder\u2019s priests
Her soul flung wide
\nits doors to this new sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFrom her depths
\nrises a strange stir. As if smitten awake from sleep, her life rushes
\nout into all her senses. Vaguely happy and heavenly thoughts and
\nstrong and vivid feelings sweep through her agitated bosom in which a
\nhost of golden gods have rushed. In response to a call of wonder, her
\nsoul opens wide its doors to this new sun on the horizon\u2014Satyavan.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Transmutation
\nComes<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nalchemy worked, the transmutation came;
The missioned face had
\nwrought the Master\u2019s spell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe nameless light of two approaching eyes
A swift and fated
\nturning of her days
Appeared and stretched to the gleam of
\nunknown worlds. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA transforming
\nchange comes over her. Satyavan’s face, charged with destiny, casts a
\nmasterful spell over her. As his luminous eyes turn to regard her, a
\nrapid and fated turning in her life takes place and an unknown future
\nstretches before her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Her
\nHeart Cries Out<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\ntrembling with the mystic shock her heart
Moved in her breast and
\ncried out like a bird
Who hears his mate upon a neighbouring
\nbough. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHooves
\ntrampling fast, wheels largely stumbling ceased;
The chariot
\nstood like an arrested wind. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nQuivering with this
\nsupernatural shock, her heart wakes up and cries out as a bird does
\nwhen she hears her companion upon a neighbouring branch.The speeding
\nchariot comes to a stop.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Satyavan
\nLooks Out<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nSatyavan looked out from his soul\u2019s doors
And felt the
\nenchantment of her liquid voice
Fill his youth\u2019s purple
\nambiance and endured
The haunting miracle of a perfect face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan looks at
\nher with eyes that reveal his soul and feels the magic charm of her
\nmelting voice fill his vibrant being. He comes under the spell of her
\nmiraculously perfect face. Such perfection of form is, indeed, a
\nmiracle.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>He
\nTurns Like Sea to Moon<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMastered
\nby the honey of a strange flower-mouth,
Drawn to soul-spaces
\nopening round a brow,
He turned to the vision like a sea to the
\nmoon
And suffered a dream of beauty and of change,
Discovered
\nthe aureole round a mortal\u2019s head,
Adored a new divinity in
\nthings. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan is unable
\nto resist the sweetness flowing from her lips, like honey from a
\nflower; he is attracted to her noble brow centring the spaces of her
\nsoul; like a sea heaving to the moon, he turns to her and falls, as
\nin a dream, under the spell of beauty and change; he realises that
\nshe is going to change his life entirely. He perceives an aura of
\nlight around her head and comes to regard and adore a new divinity on
\nearth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>His
\nNature Founders<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nself-bound nature foundered as in fire;
His life was taken into
\nanother\u2019s life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsplendid lonely idols of his brain
Fell prostrate from their
\nbright sufficiencies,
As at the touch of a new infinite,
To
\nworship a godhead greater than their own. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis nature always
\nself-based is changed and loses itself as if in fire; his life is
\nengulfed by another life. All the isolated self-sufficient
\nconstructions of his mind crumble down like so many idols falling at
\nthe fresh breath of the infinite in order to worship a godhead
\ngreater than themselves.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Gaze
\nMeets Gaze<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nunknown imperious force drew him to her. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMarvelling
\nhe came across the golden sward:
Gaze met close gaze and clung in
\nsight\u2019s embrace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn unknown
\nirresistible force draws him to Savitri. Filled with wonder he
\nadvances across the shining turf. His gaze meets her gaze and their
\neyes cling to each other.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Known
\nthrough many Lives<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nvisage was there, noble and great and calm,
As if encircled by a
\nhalo of thought,
A span, an arch of meditating light,
As
\nthough some secret nimbus half was seen;
Her inner vision still
\nremembering knew
A forehead that wore the crown of all her past,
\n
Two eyes her constant and eternal stars,
Comrade and
\nsovereign eyes that claimed her soul,
Lids known through many
\nlives, large frames of love. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis face, noble and
\ncalm, appears as if in a halo of mystic light. Her inner eye
\nremembers and recognises the same forehead that wore the glory of her
\nlong past, the same two eyes that were her constant stars, friendly
\nand masterful eyes that had always claimed her soul, the same
\nfamiliar lids that were wide frames of love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>His
\nvery Own<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nmet in her regard his future\u2019s gaze,
A promise and a presence
\nand a fire,
Saw an embodiment of aeonic dreams,
A mystery of
\nthe rapture for which all
Yearns in this world of brief mortality
\n
Made in material shape his very own. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan feels as if
\nhis own future is looking at him through her gaze, he becomes aware
\nof its presence, its promise and its flame. In her he sees a physical
\nembodiment of ageless dreams, a supernal concentration of the
\nrapture, for which everything in this fleeting world yearns,
\npresented to him in a concrete form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Key
\nof all his Aims<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\ngolden figure given to his grasp
Hid in its breast the key of all
\nhis aims,
A spell to bring the Immortal\u2019s bliss on earth,
To
\nmate with heaven\u2019s truth our mortal thought,
To lift
\nearth-hearts nearer the Eternal\u2019s sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn Savitri, this
\ngolden figure offered to Satyavan to hold dear, lies concealed the
\nkey to the fulfilment of all the aims he has cherished. She holds the
\nmagic word to usher in the Bliss of the Immortal on earth, to join
\nhuman thought to the truth of heaven, to uplift the beings of earth
\ncloser to the Light of the Eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>New
\nPower of Love<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthese great spirits now incarnate here
Love brought down power
\nout of eternity
To make of life his new undying base. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\npassion surged a wave from fathomless deeps;
It leapt to earth
\nfrom far forgotten heights,
But kept its nature of infinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn these two great
\nspirits incarnated in their human forms as Satyavan and Savitri, Love
\nhas brought down from Eternity a Power that can convert life on earth
\ninto a new immortal base for himself\u2014one base is already there in
\nthe celestial regions above. The passion of this Love is a wave
\nsurging from the profounds of the Infinite leaping down to the earth
\nfrom far off heights but keeping its nature of infinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Our
\nLives are not Aliens<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nthe dumb bosom of this oblivious globe
Although as unknown beings
\nwe seem to meet,
Our lives are not aliens nor as strangers join,
\n
Moved to each other by a causeless force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough on this mute
\nand self-forgetful earth we appear to meet as if unknown to each
\nother, in fact it is not so. We are not foreign to each other; we are
\nnot strangers who are brought together by some mechanical, fortuitous
\nforce.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Soul
\nRecognises Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsoul can recognise its answering soul
Across dividing Time and,
\non Life\u2019s roads
Absorbed wrapped traveller, turning it recovers
\n
Familiar splendours in an unknown face
And touched by the
\nwarning finger of swift love
It thrills again to an immortal joy
\n
Wearing a mortal body for delight. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis strangeness is
\nonly on the surface. Within, the soul recognises its companion soul,
\nin spite of the lapse of time while journeying on the road of Life,
\nself-absorbed. It finds again in the unknown face before it the
\nsplendours known to it before and when a sudden movement of love
\ntouches it as if to draw attention to an already existing relation,
\nit responds again to an eternal joy, taking a human form to enjoy the
\nbliss of union.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Greater
\nthan Thoughts<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nis a Power within that knows beyond
Our knowings; we are greater
\nthan our thoughts,
And sometimes earth unveils that vision here. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn us there is a
\nPower that knows what our minds do not know. Our thinking mind is not
\nour highest faculty; our being is greater. At times this vision, that
\nis beheld beyond the range of thought, is unveiled on earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Love
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nlive, to love are signs of infinite things,
Love is a glory from
\neternity\u2019s spheres. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbased,
\ndisfigured, mocked by baser mights
That steal his name and shape
\nand ecstasy,
He is still the Godhead by which all can change. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo live fully, to
\nlove truly, are signs of the verities of the Infinite. Love is not a
\nproduct of earthly growths but a splendour from the realms of the
\nEternal. Here on earth, Love is parodied, disfigured and misused by
\nlesser formations that pass under his name. Still, in spite of this
\ntravesty, Love is the Power that can change all in this Creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Love
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmystery wakes in our inconscient stuff,
A bliss is born that can
\nremake our life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLove
\ndwells in us like an unopened flower
Awaiting a rapid moment of
\nthe soul,
Or he roams in his charmed sleep mid thoughts and
\nthings; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLove is a mystery
\nthat wakes up from an inconscient region. When he awakes, a bliss is
\nborn that can change and new-make our life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nLove dwells in us
\nlike a flower that is closed, he awaits the right soul-movement in
\norder to open out. It is only when the soul is ripe that true love
\nblossoms. If not, he wanders, in his unconscious spell, from thought
\nto thought, from object to object.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Love
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nchild-god is at play, he seeks himself
In many hearts and minds
\nand living forms:
He lingers for a sign that he can know
And,
\nwhen it comes, wakes blindly to a voice,
A look, a touch, the
\nmeaning of a face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn his infancy\u2014when
\nhe is not yet fully conscious\u2014love plays around, trying to find
\nhimself in various hearts, minds and forms. He looks for a definite
\nsignal and when that comes, he responds blindly\u2014without scrutiny\u2014to
\na Voice that calls, to a look that beckons, to a touch or a face that
\nappears.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Love
\n(IV)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\ninstrument the dim corporeal mind,
Of celestial insight now
\nforgetful grown,
He seizes on some sign of outward charm
To
\nguide him mid the throng of Nature\u2019s hints,
Reads heavenly
\ntruths into earth\u2019s semblances,
Desires the image for the
\nGodhead\u2019s sake,
Divines the immortalities of form
And takes
\nthe body for the sculptured soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe obscure physical
\nmind which has forgotten its direct insight is his instrument. So
\nfrom among the multitude of hints from Nature, he responds to some
\nexterior charm; he imagines the verities of heaven in the imitations
\non earth; he desires the simulacrum in place of the actual Godhead;
\nhe ascribes immortality to forms\u2014which however are transitory; he
\nmistakes the body for the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Love
\n(V)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLove\u2019s
\nadoration like a mystic seer
Through vision looks at the
\ninvisible,
In earth\u2019s alphabet finds a God-like sense;
But
\nthe mind only thinks, \u201cBehold the one
For whom my life has
\nwaited long unfilled,
Behold the sudden sovereign of my days.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe adoration of
\nLove regards the unseen through the seen; it finds a heavenly meaning
\nin the script of the earth. But the mind is tied to physical
\nappearances and thinks: "Here is one for whom I have waited all
\nalong; here is the sovereign of my life."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Love
\n(VI)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeart
\nfeels for heart, limb cries for answering limb;
All strives to
\nenforce the unity all is. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nToo
\nfar from the Divine, Love seeks his truth
And life is blind and
\nthe instruments deceive
And Powers are there that labour to
\ndebase. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll is in fact one.
\nEverything strives to realise and live this Unity; heart feels for
\nheart, limb calls for answering limb.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nLove seeks his truth
\nof Oneness too far away from the Divine\u2014the Source of Oneness; love
\nis blind, his instruments cheat and there are Powers in the
\nuniverse\u2014especially in the vital region\u2014that lower and deform his
\nworkings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Rare
\nCup<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nStill
\ncan the vision come, the joy arrive. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nRare
\nis the cup fit for love\u2019s nectar wine,
As rare the vessel that
\ncan hold God\u2019s birth;
A soul made ready through a thousand
\nyears
Is the living mould of a supreme Descent. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd yet, in spite of
\nall obstructions and debasements, the vision of Oneness can actualise
\nitself, the joy of it can manifest.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut the fit
\nreceptacle for the immortal wine of Love is rare, as rare as an
\nadequate embodiment for the manifesting Divine\u2014it is only a soul
\nthat has been prepared over centuries of time that can form the
\nliving mould for a supreme Descent, an Avatar.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>They
\nKnow each other<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nknew each other though in forms thus strange. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough
\nto sight unknown, although life, mind
Had altered to hold a new
\nsignificance,
These bodies summed the drift of numberless births
\n
And the spirit to the spirit was the same. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri and Satyavan
\nrecognise each other though they now meet in quite different forms.
\nThough their physical eyes have not met before, though their life and
\nmind have changed and acquired a new meaning, their bodies epitomise
\nthe course taken across innumerable births and the spirit in one
\nknows it is the same as the spirit in the other.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>The
\nLovers Meet<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmazed
\nby a joy for which they had waited long,
The lovers met upon
\ntheir different paths,
Travellers across the limitless plains of
\nTime
Together drawn from fate-led journeyings
In the
\nself-closed solitude of their human past,
To a swift rapturous
\ndream of future joy
And the unexpected present of these eyes. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBoth the lovers,
\novercome by a joy long awaited for by them, now meet while on their
\ndifferent paths. Voyagers in the vast of Time, they are now drawn
\ntogether from their destined individual courses in their human past
\nto a sudden blissful dream of future joy and a wholly unexpected
\npresent before their eyes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nMemory Awakes<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy
\nthe revealing greatness of a look,
Form-smitten the spirit\u2019s
\nmemory woke in sense. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmist was torn that lay between two lives;
Her heart unveiled and
\nhis to find her turned; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy the rich
\nrevelation of a look, the spirit’s dormant memory is smitten by the
\nform and awakes in the sense; recognition dawns. As a consequence the
\nmist that lay between the two is torn. Her heart opens out and his
\nheart turns to find her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Matrix
\nof New Time<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttracted
\nas in heaven star by star,
They wondered at each other and
\nrejoiced
And wove affinity in a silent gaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmoment passed that was eternity\u2019s ray,
An hour began, the
\nmatrix of new Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs a star attracts
\nanother star in the heavens, so Savitri and Satyavan look at each
\nother in wonder and rejoice. Their silent gaze weaves an affinity
\nbetween them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt is a moment but
\nit has the touch of eternity; time stands still.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA fresh hour begins,
\nthe womb of a new Age.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n


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

\n

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