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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 Seven. The Book of Yoga<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>    Canto IV<\/a>    Canto V<\/a>    Canto VI<\/a>    Canto VII<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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\nBook Seven: Canto
\nI<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nJoy of Union: the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge of Death and the
\nHeart’s Grief<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Summary<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n
Savitri insists upon her choice and fate follows her unchanging
\nroad, Ultimately fate is the choice of the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnce again Savitri
\nsets out in her chariot. Accompanied by an armoured escort, she
\nhastens across the fields, cities and rivers under the summer skies
\ntill they arrive at the forest border where she had first met
\nSatvavan. Thence they take a narrow path to the hermitage of the
\nblind king and queen row exiled. The retinue leave Savitri at her
\ndestination and return most reluctantly.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri is filled
\nwith great happiness in the company of her beloved Satyavan. Day and
\nnight they are one in their fiery love. But soon summer is followed
\nby the rains. Under the darkened skies with storm and thunder raging,
\nSavitri feels the grief of all the world coming to her and fear
\nstrikes her human heart, She is reminded of the fatal date set by
\nNarad for Satyavan’s death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri tries to
\nforget her grief by flights into the bliss of love, but in vain. Each
\nday that passes brings the peril nearer and increases her sorrow. She
\nkeeps the pain to herself and watches the world go happily by
\nunconscious of its unknown doom. She goes through all her household
\nduties gracefully and quietly, pressing back her grief when it surges
\nup in her bosom.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHer life is thus
\ndivided. She draws upon her conjugal love to its utmost, fusing body
\nand soul together in ecstasy. Though she does not express her inner
\ngrief, Satyavan senses it in some way and gives himself freely to
\nher. But her thirst is not quenched. Her secret sorrow gathers force
\nas the days pass; her inner strength is not yet in evidence. An air
\nof resignation comes over her being in grief.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe allotted year
\napproaches its end. Rain-clouds shut in the earth and the heavy
\nclouds of her grief shut in her heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fate’s
\nRoad<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFate followed her
\nforeseen immutable road. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan\u2019s hopes and
\nlongings build the journeying wheels
That bear the body of his
\ndestiny
And lead his blind will towards an unknown goal.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAnd so things took
\ntheir destined course. Pate followed her way that was foreseen,
\nunchangeable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe destiny of man
\nis worked out by his various hopes and desires. They form the moving
\nwheels that lead his blind will towards a goal that is fixed but
\nunknown to him,<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Nature
\nand Fate Compel<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis fate within him
\nshapes his acts and rules;
Its face and form already are born in
\nhim,
Its parentage is in his secret soul;
Here Matter seems
\nto mould the body\u2019s life
And the soul follows where its nature
\ndrives:
Nature and Fate compel his free-will\u2019s choice.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan’s fate rules
\nfrom within and determines his acts. The shape and look\u2014the special
\nfeatures\u2014of his fate are, so to say, born with him. However, the
\ntrue source of this fate is in his inner soul\u2014not some alien force
\noutside him. His fate is formed according to the choice of his soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere in earthly life
\nit appears as if the life of the body is shaped and determined by
\nMatter and the soul is led by its nature. It has no freedom of
\nchoice; its choice is mrhat Nature and Fate compel it to have.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Balance
\nReversible<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut greater spirits
\nthis balance can reverse
And make the soul the artist of its
\nfate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis is the mystic
\ntruth our ignorance hides:
Doom is a passage for our inborn
\nforce,
Our ordeal is the hidden spirit\u2019s choice,
Ananke is
\nour being\u2019s own decree. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHowever, this usual
\nbalance between soul and fate\u2014fate dominating soul\u2014can be
\nreversed by those who are greater in status than the ordinary run of
\nmen. They have it in their power to make their soul decide whit its
\nfate shall be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis is a spiritual
\ntruth that is hidden from us by our ignorance. What appears to be the
\nfinal doom is really a passage for the self-effectuating force of our
\ninner being; our ordeal is not something forced upon us, but the
\nchoice of our concealed spirit. What looks like stern Necessity
\nimposed upon us from outside is really a decision of our own being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Her
\nChoice Fulfilled<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n
All was fulfilled the heart of Savitri Flower-sweet and adamant,
\npassionate and calm.Had chosen and on her strength-s roodForced to
\nits issue the long cosmic curve<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhat the soft-sweet
\nbut at the same time adamant heart of Savitri, passionate yet calm.
\nhas chosen is fulfilled. By her undeflecting strength she frees
\nherself from the effect of the cosmic will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Once
\nmore She Sets out<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce more she sat
\nbehind loud hastening hooves;
A speed of armoured squadrons and a
\nvoice
Far-heard of chariots bore her from her home. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA couchant earth
\nwakened in its dumb muse
Looked up at her from a vast indolence:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnce again Savitri
\nsets out from her father’s home in a speeding chariot. The dormant
\nearth awakening with her mute musings looks up at her with a vast
\nindolence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>To
\nShalwa Marches<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHills wallowing in a
\nbright haze, large lands
That lolled at ease beneath the summer
\nheavens,
Region on region spacious in the sun,
Cities like
\nchrysolites in the wide blaze
And yellow rivers pacing,
\nlion-maned,
Led to the Shalwa marches\u2019 emerald line,
A
\nhappy front to iron vastnesses
And austere peaks and titan
\nsolitudes. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHills and tracts
\nunder the bright summer skies, shining cities under the blazing sun,
\nstreaming yellow rivers\u2014all lead to the green forest belt of the
\nShaiwa region, fronting the great mountains with their severe peaks
\nand vast solitudes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fated
\nPlace once more<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce more was near
\nthe fair and fated place,
The borders gleaming with the groves\u2019
\ndelight
Where first she met the face of Satyavan
And he saw
\nlike one waking into a dream
Some timeless beauty and reality,
\n
The moon-gold sweetness of heaven\u2019s earth-born child. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnce again she nears
\nthe fair place of destiny\u2014its borders glistening with the delight
\nof the green groves where she had first encountered Satyavan and
\nwhere, like a person awaking into a dream, Satyavan had first seen
\nthe eternal beauty and reality and the pure shining sweetness of
\nSavitri, heaven’s child born o earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Past
\nRecedes<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe past receded and
\nthe future neared:
Far now behind lay Madra\u2019s spacious halls,
\n
The white carved pillars, the cool dim alcoves,
The tinged
\nmosaic of the crystal floors,
The towered pavilions, the
\nwind-rippled pools
And gardens humming with the murmur of bees,
\n
Forgotten soon or a pale memory
The fountain\u2019s plash in the
\nwide stone-bound pool,
The thoughtful noontide\u2019s brooding
\nsolemn trance,
The colonnade\u2019s dream grey in the quiet eve,
\n
The slow moonrise gliding in front of Night. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe whole past
\nrecedes and the coming future nears. The beauties and delights of the
\npalace and life in Niladra are left far behind, They are forgotten or
\nremain a pale memory.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Left
\nFar Behind<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLeft far behind were
\nnow the faces known,
The happy silken babble on laughter\u2019s lips
\n
And the close-clinging clasp of intimate hands
And
\nadoration\u2019s light in cherished eyes
Offered to the one
\nsovereign of their life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nLeft behind are
\nmemories of familiar faces, of happy laughter, of intimate clasp, of
\nadoration offered to her as the:4O1e sovereign of their lives by
\nthose who cherished her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nNature\u2019s primeval
\nloneliness was here:
Here only was the voice of bird and beast,\u2014
\n
The ascetic\u2019s exile in the dim-souled huge
Inhuman forest
\nfar from cheerful sound
Of man\u2019s blithe converse and his
\ncrowded days. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere is the
\nloneliness of primeval Nature, here is heard only the voice of bird
\nand beast. Here is the retreat of the ascetic in the huge
\ninhospitable forest far, far away from the cheerful bustle of men
\nlaughing and talking a.d Ev:ng their crowded, busy lives.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Roofs
\nof a Hermitage<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a broad eve with
\none red eye of cloud,
Through a narrow opening, a green flowered
\ncleft,
Out of the stare of sky and soil they came
Into a
\nmighty home of emerald dusk. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere onward led by
\na faint brooding path
Which toiled through the shadow of enormous
\ntrunks
And under arches misers of sunshine,
They saw low
\nthatched roofs of a hermitage <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThrough a narrow
\nopening in the woods Savitri and her party arrive. From the wide
\nplains, they enter through a narrow opening into the sheltering green
\nof the woods. Thence they proceed along an indistinct path among huge
\ntrees and thick arches till they espy the low thatched roofs of a
\nhermitage.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nHuddled beneath a
\npatch of azure hue
In a sunlit clearing that seemed the outbreak
\n
Of a glad smile in the forest\u2019s monstrous heart,
A rude
\nrefuge of the thought and will of man
Watched by the crowding
\ngiants of the wood. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe roofs of the
\nhermitage are huddled together beneath a patch of azure sky, a bright
\nclearing that appears like the outbreak of a happy smile in the
\nmonstrous heart of the forest. The hermitage strikes one as a rough
\nretreat of the thought and will of man surrounded and watched by the
\ngiant trees of the forest.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>To
\nthe Blind King and Queen<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArrived in that
\nrough-hewn homestead they gave,
Questioning no more the
\nstrangeness of her fate,
Their pride and loved one to the great
\nblind king,
A regal pillar of fallen mightiness
And the
\nstately care-worn woman once a queen
Who now hoped nothing for
\nherself from life,
But all things only hoped for her one child,
\n
Calling on that single head from partial Fate
All joy of
\nearth, all heaven\u2019s beatitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOn arriving at this
\nroughly built homestead, the escorts forced to reconcile themselves
\nto the strange fate of Savitri\u2014their beloved princess, of whom they
\nare so proud – leave her with the blind King Dyumatsena, a royal
\npillar of fallen glory, and the dignified but care-worn woman who,
\nonce a queen, now hopes nothing from life for herself but invokes all
\nblessings for her only child, Satyavan, calling upon Fate\u2014that has
\nproved so severe in her own case\u2014to shower upon him all the joy of
\nearth, all the bliss of heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>The
\nQueen’s Joy<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAdoring wisdom and
\nbeauty like a young god\u2019s,
She saw him loved by heaven as by
\nherself,
She rejoiced in his brightness and believed in his fate
\n
And knew not of the evil drawing near. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe former queen
\nadoring her child’s wisdom and beauty that are like those of a young
\ngod. feels that he is loved by the celestials as deeply as by
\nherself. She rejoices in his brightness and believes in a great
\ndestiny for him, unaware of the doom that is approaching.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Lingering
\nthey Part<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLingering some days
\nupon the forest verge
Like men who lengthen out departure\u2019s
\npain,
Unwilling to separate sorrowful clinging hands,
Unwilling
\nto see for the last time a face,
Heavy with the sorrow of a
\ncoming day
And wondering at the carelessness of Fate
Who
\nbreaks with idle hands her supreme works,
They parted from her
\nwith pain-fraught burdened hearts <\/FONT><\/FONT>[1]<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/SUP><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s escorts,
\nreluctant to leave her and depart, linger on for some days on the
\nforest border. They are like men who go on prolonging the pain of
\ndeparture, not willing to unclasp sorrowful hands that cling
\ntogether, not willing to take of their eyes from the face that they
\nare seeing for the last time. They are 1.veighed down by the sorrow
\nof the coming tragedy and wonder at the callousness of Fate who
\nundoes so casually her own supreme works. At last with heavy.
\npain-burdened hearts they part from Savitri.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>[1]<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/SUP>As
\nforced by inescapable fate we part
From one whom we shall never
\nsee again; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEven as, forced by
\ninescapable fate, we cart reluctantly from a dear one whom we are not
\ngoing; to see ever again.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>They
\nLeave Her<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDriven by the
\nsingularity of her fate,
Helpless against the choice of Savitri\u2019s
\nheart
They left her to her rapture and her doom
In the
\ntremendous forest\u2019s savage charge. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nDriven by her
\npeculiar fate, helpless against her own self-made choice, they leave
\nSavitri to her joy and her doom, in the wild charge, as it were, of
\nthat overwhelming forest.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Savitri
\nLives for Love<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll put behind her
\nthat was once her life,
All welcomed that henceforth was his and
\nhers,
She abode with Satyavan in the wild woods:
Priceless
\nshe deemed her joy so close to death;
Apart with love she lived
\nfor love alone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri puts behind
\nher all that formed her life before and welcomes all that is
\nhereafter hers and Satyavan’s. She lives with Satyavan in the wild
\nforest and cherishes as priceless her happiness that is so near to
\napproaching death. Alone with love she lives for love alone.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Her
\nimmortal Spirit watches<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if self-poised
\nabove the march of days,
Her immobile spirit watched the haste of
\nTime,
A statue of passion and invincible force,
An absolutism
\nof sweet imperious will,
A tranquillity and a violence of the
\ngods
Indomitable and immutable. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAs though posed in
\nits self above the succession of days, her immobile spirit, an
\nembodiment of passion and unconquerable force, an acme of imperious
\nyet sweet will, a being of a serenity yet of a godly violence,
\nindomitable, immovable, watches the hurrying flow of time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Gorgeous
\nDream<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt first to her
\nbeneath the sapphire heavens
The sylvan solitude was a gorgeous
\ndream,
An altar of the summer\u2019s splendour and fire,
A
\nsky-topped flower-hung palace of the gods
And all its scenes a
\nsmile on rapture\u2019s lips
And all its voices bards of happiness.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt first this
\nsolitude in the woods under the azure skies is a splendid dream-like
\nexperience for Savitri. The whole setting has the bright appearance
\nof a veritable summer altar of light and fire, a unique palace of the
\ngods hung with flowers with the sky for its roof, with all its scenes
\nbringing rapturous smiles and all its voices singing anthems of
\nfelicity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Purple
\nPageant<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was a chanting
\nin the casual wind,
There was a glory in the least sunbeam;
\n
Night was a chrysoprase on velvet cloth,
A nestling darkness
\nor a moonlit deep;
Day was a purple pageant and a hymn,
A
\nwave of the laughter of light from morn to eve. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEven the casual wind
\nbears music, even the least sunbeam sparkles with a glory. Night is a
\nprecious-soft darkness to rest in or a moonlit profound. Day is a
\nsplendid pageant, a rising hymn, a wave of golden laughter from morn
\nto eve.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fusing
\nof Joys<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis absence was a
\ndream of memory,
His presence was the empire of a god. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA fusing of the joys
\nof earth and heaven,
A tremulous blaze of nuptial rapture passed,
\n
A rushing of two spirits to be one,
A burning of two bodies
\nin one flame. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan’s brief
\nabsences from the hermitage, away in the woods, pass like dreams
\nfilled with a rush of memories. When he is present it is like a god’s
\ndomain. There is a union of the delights of heaven and of earth, a
\nvibrant flame of nuptial rapture, a rushing of two spirits to fuse
\ninto one, a blaze of two bodies in one flame of love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Gates
\nof Bliss<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOpened were gates of
\nunforgettable bliss:
Two lives were locked within an earthly
\nheaven
And fate and grief fled from that fiery hour. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut soon now failed
\nthe summer\u2019s ardent breath
And throngs of blue-black clouds
\ncrept through the sky
And rain fled sobbing over the dripping
\nleaves
And storm became the forest\u2019s titan voice. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nGates of
\nunforgettable bliss are opened. Their two lives are locked together
\nin a heaven on earth; fate and grief flee from this hour of
\nintensity. But soon the ardent summer passes and the rains set in.
\nStorm winds blow.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Grief
\nof all the World Nears<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen listening to
\nthe thunder\u2019s fatal crash
And the fugitive pattering footsteps
\nof the showers
And the long unsatisfied panting of the wind
And
\nsorrow muttering in the sound-vexed night,
The grief of all the
\nworld came near to her:
Night\u2019s darkness seemed her future\u2019s
\nominous face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn the crash of
\nthunder, the patter of showers, the panting of the wind, the
\nmuttering of sorrow in the varied sounds of the night, the grief of
\nthe whole world comes to Savitri. The darkness of the pervading night
\nlooks as if it were the ominous face of her own future.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Shadow
\nof Doom<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe shadow of her
\nlover\u2019s doom arose
And fear laid hands upon her mortal heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe moments swift
\nand ruthless raced; alarmed
Her thoughts, her mind remembered
\nNarad\u2019s date. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe shadow of
\nSatyavan’s death arises and fear seizes her human heart\u2014not her
\ninner spiritual being. Time speeds on relentlessly. Her thoughts are
\nfilled with alarm and her mind remembers the date announced by the
\nsage Narad when Satyavan is fated to die.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nA trembling moved
\naccountant of her riches,
She reckoned the insufficient days
\nbetween:
A dire expectancy knocked at her breast;
Dreadful to
\nher were the footsteps of the hours:
Grief came, a passionate
\nstranger to her gate:
Banished when in his arms, out of her sleep
\n
It rose at morn to look into her face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNervously Sayan
\nbegins to take stock of her riches and counts the number of
\ndays\u2014hardly enough to satisfy\u2014between now and the fateful date. A
\ndreadful expectancy begins to agitate her; the passage of time is
\nfearful. Grief\u2014a passionate stranger\u2014comes to her doors. When she
\nis secure in the arms of Satyavan, grief stands banished; but when
\nshe wakes up alone in the mornings, it rises to stare into her face.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Deepest
\nGrief<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nVainly she fled into
\nabysms of bliss
From her pursuing foresight of the end.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe more she plunged
\ninto love that anguish grew;
Her deepest grief from sweetest
\ngulfs arose. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nRemembrance was a
\npoignant pang, she felt
Each day a golden leaf torn cruelly out
\n
From her too slender book of love and joy. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShe tries in vain to
\nescape this pursuing spectre of the end by plunging into the bliss of
\nlove. Anguish, however, grows with her plunge into love; her deepest
\ngrief comes from her sweetest experience\u2014for soon she is to lose
\nit. Each remembrance of the bliss so lived brings a tearful pang;
\neach day that passes is felt as a golden leaf heartlessly torn out of
\nher book of !ove and joy which is too slender as it is.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Feeding
\nSorrow and Terror<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus swaying in
\nstrong gusts of happiness,
And swimming in foreboding\u2019s sombre
\nwaves,
And feeding sorrow and terror with her heart,\u2014
For
\nnow they sat among her bosom\u2019s guests
Or in her inner chamber
\npaced apart,\u2014
Her eyes stared blind into the future\u2019s night.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThus does she swing
\nfrom high moments of happiness to dark waves of foreboJings. She
\npours her heart on the altar of sorrow and terror which are now her
\nconstant guests and move apart in her inner chamber. She stares
\nblindly into the night that the future holds for her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Ignorant
\nSmiling World<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut of her separate
\nself she looked and saw,
Moving amid the unconscious faces loved,
\n
In mind a stranger though in heart so near,
The ignorant
\nsmiling world go happily by
Upon its way towards an unknown doom
\n
And wondered at the careless lives of men. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut there is a part
\nin her that is aloof from all that happens. Poised upon this separate
\nself, while moving among her I.nved ones who are so utterly
\nunconscious of themselves and, though near to her in heart, are
\nstrangers in mind, she watches the world go merrily hy, smiling in
\nits ignorance of the dangers around and ahead, speeding towards a
\ndoom of which it is unaware, And she wonders at the careless way in
\nwhich men spend away their lives.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>In
\nDifferent Worlds<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if in different
\nworlds they walked, though close,
They confident of the returning
\nsun,
They wrapped in little hourly hopes and tasks,\u2014
She in
\nher dreadful knowledge was alone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThough so close to
\nher physically, her loved ones move as if they were in quite a
\ndifferent world from hers. They are wrapped up in their little, brief
\nhopes and tasks; they are assured that though the sun sets today. it
\nwill return tomorrow; they are not worried in the least. Savitri is
\ndone fn her dreadful knowledge of the doom that is approaching.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Tragic
\nHours of Solitude<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe rich and happy
\nsecrecy that once
Enshrined her as if in a silver bower
Apart
\nin a bright nest of thoughts and dreams
Made room for tragic
\nhours of solitude
And lonely grief that none could share or know,
\n
A body seeing the end too soon of joy
And the fragile
\nhappiness of its mortal love. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe profound and
\nhappy secrecy in which she was all along accustomed to live alone
\nwith her bright thoughts and dreams, now gives place to an unhappy
\nsolitude and a grief that she can share with none. Her body sees the
\npremature end of joy and the all too slender happiness of its mortal
\nlove.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Graceful
\nacts a Mask<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer quiet visage
\nstill and sweet and calm,
Her graceful daily acts were now a
\nmask;
In vain she looked upon her depths to find
A ground of
\nstillness and the spirit\u2019s peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHer normally quiet,
\ncalm and sweet face and her daily graceful acts are now only a cover
\nto hide the agitation and the gathering grief within her. She tries
\nagain and again to find in the depths of her being her base in the
\nstillness and peace of the soul, but it is in vain.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Silent
\nBeing Veiled<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nStill veiled from
\nher was the silent Being within
Who sees life\u2019s drama pass with
\nunmoved eyes,
Supports the sorrow of the mind and heart
And
\nbears in human breasts the world and fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA glimpse or flashes
\ncame, the Presence was hid. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nStill veiled from
\nher is the silent, untouched Being within who watches the passing
\ndrama of life with a detached look, supports from within the sorrow
\nof mind and heart, upbears in man the weight of the world and fate.
\nShe catches a few glimpses or flashes of it but the constant Presence
\nof that Being is still concealed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>No
\nWay to Save<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly her violent
\nheart and passionate will
Were pushed in front to meet the
\nimmutable doom;
Defenceless, nude, bound to her human lot
They
\nhad no means to act, no way to save. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt is only her
\nviolent heart and impetuous will that are pushed forward by her
\nspirit to face and oppose the advancing, immutable doom. But they are
\nbound to her human limitations, bare, without guard, and are unable
\nto act effectively and save; they have neither the needed means to
\nact, nor do they know a way to save her from her doom.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Diligent
\nSerf<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese she
\ncontrolled, nothing was shown outside:
She was still to them the
\nchild they knew and loved;
The sorrowing woman they saw not
\nwithin;
No change was in her beautiful motions seen:
A
\nworshipped empress all once vied to serve,
She made herself the
\ndiligent serf of all,
Nor spared the labour of broom and jar and
\nwell,
Or close gentle tending or to heap the fire
Of altar
\nand kitchen, no slight task allowed
To others that her woman\u2019s
\nstrength might do. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHowever, Savitri
\ncontrols her violent heart and passionate will nothing of them is
\nseen outside. To all around her, she is still the child they have
\nknown and loved; they do not see the woman in her silently suffering.
\nThere is no visible change in her usual beautiful movements. She, who
\nwas once an adored queen whom all competed to serve, now makes
\nherself an attentive servitor of all; she does not spare herself
\nwhether it be in the routine menial jobs like sweeping or drawing
\nwater from the well or in gently tending to other household affairs
\nor in keeping the sacrificial and the kitchen fires alit. She does
\nnot leave for others the slightest task that she in her woman’s
\nstrength can do.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Lifting
\nup of Common Acts<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn all her acts a
\nstrange divinity shone:
Into a simplest movement she could bring
\n
A oneness with earth\u2019s glowing robe of light,
A lifting up
\nof common acts by love. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll-love was hers
\nand its one heavenly cord,
Bound all to all with her as golden
\ntie. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA unique divinity
\nglows in all her actions. Into the most ordinary movement she brings
\na oneness with the shining light that covers the earth; she raises up
\neven common acts by her love. She has love for all and she is the
\ngolden tie that binds all in a common love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Where
\nGrief Presses<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut when her grief
\nto the surface pressed too close,
These things, once gracious
\nadjuncts of her joy,
Seemed meaningless to her, a gleaming shell,
\n
Or were a round mechanical and void,
Her body\u2019s actions
\nshared not by her will. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut when her inner
\ngrief presses too near to the surface, all these movements\u2014normally
\nsuch gracious means for the radiation of her joy\u2014become meaningless
\nto her, a mere shining shell; there is no life in them. They become
\nan empty and mechanical round of routine. Her inner will is absent
\nfrom the movements of her outer body.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Behind
\nthe Divided Life<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlways behind this
\nstrange divided life
Her spirit like a sea of living fire
\n
Possessed her lover and to his body clung,
One locked embrace
\nto guard its threatened mate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll night she woke
\nthrough the slow silent hours
Brooding on the treasure of his
\nbosom and face,
Hung o\u2019er the sleep-bound beauty of his brow
\n
Or laid her burning cheek upon his feet. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBehind this strange
\nlife divided between grief within and love and sunshine without, her
\nspirit is a heaving sea of passionate love possessing her lover,
\nclinging to him in a tight embrace lest he be touched by the
\nthreatened danger. Throughout the long hours of the night she lies
\nawake brooding over her priceless possession in the person of
\nSatyavan, poring over the beauty of his face relaxed in sleep or
\nlaying her cheek burning with sorrow upon his feet.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Inadequate
\nSigns used by Love<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWaking at morn her
\nlips endlessly clung to his,
Unwilling ever to separate again
Or
\nlose that honeyed drain of lingering joy,
Unwilling to loose his
\nbody from her breast,
The warm inadequate signs that love must
\nuse. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOn waking up in the
\nmorning her lips cling to h’s; unwilling to separate from or lose
\ntheir honeyed joy, unwilling to free his body from her embrace. These
\nare the warm but inadequate signs that mortal love is obliged to use
\nto express itself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Expense
\nof Centuries in a Day<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIntolerant of the
\npoverty of Time
Her passion catching at the fugitive hours
\n
Willed the expense of centuries in one day
Of prodigal love
\nand the surf of ecstasy;
Or else she strove even in mortal time
\n
To build a little room for timelessness
By the deep union of
\ntwo human lives,
Her soul secluded shut into his soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShe feels acutely
\nthe poverty of time and the fleeting hours; her passion seeks to
\ncompress the excessive love and ecstasy of centuries into a day. Or
\nshe strives to gain a fo-othold on eternity in time by affecting a
\ndeep union of their two human lives, by merging her solitary Foul in
\nhis.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Still
\nUnsatisfied<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAfter all was given
\nshe demanded still;
Even by his strong embrace unsatisfied,
She
\nlonged to cry, \u201cO tender Satyavan,
O lover of my soul, give
\nmore, give more
Of love while yet thou canst, to her thou lovst.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nImprint thyself for
\nevery nerve to keep
That thrills to thee the message of my heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFor soon we part and
\nwho shall know how long
Before the great wheel in its monstrous
\nround
Restore us to each other and our love?\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn spite of all the
\nlove that she receives, Savitri remains unsatisfied, She longs to cry
\nto Satyavan. Give me more and yet more of love while thou canst.
\nImpress thyself on every nerve of mine that thrills to thee my
\nheart’s message of love. For soon we are to part and who knows when
\nthe great wheel of Time in its huge heartless round will restore us
\nto each other and to our love!<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Grief
\nPressed Back<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nToo well she loved
\nto speak a fateful word
And lay her burden on his happy head;
\n
She pressed the outsurging grief back into her breast
To
\ndwell within silent, unhelped, alone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut she loves him
\nfar too much to reveal to him their fateful future and deliver
\nherself of the burden weighing upon her by laying it upon her happy
\nand carefree Satyavan. She presses the grief that pushes forward back
\ninto her heart to remain there silent, unshared and unhelped.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Satyavan
\nHalf Understands<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Satyavan
\nsometimes half understood,
Or felt at least with the uncertain
\nanswer
Of our thought-blinded hearts the unuttered need,
The
\nunplumbed abyss of her deep passionate want. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut Satyavan half
\nunderstands that something is wrong. The human heart, veiled though
\nit is by the constant movement of thoughts, sometimes responds.
\ninstinctively, though uncertainly, to an unexpressed situation.
\nSatyavan feels Savitri’s need though it is not uttered in words; he
\nfeels the profound depth of her intense want.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Satyavan’s
\nCloseness<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll of his speeding
\ndays that he could spare
From labour in the forest hewing wood
\n
And hunting food in the wild sylvan glades
And service to his
\nfather\u2019s sightless life
He gave to her and helped to increase
\nthe hours
By the nearness of his presence and his clasp,
And
\nlavish softness of heart-seeking words
And the close beating felt
\nof heart on heart. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhatever little is
\nleft of his fleeting time after his chores of hewing wood, hunting
\nfood and serving his blind father, Satyavan gives to Savitri and thus
\nhelps to increase the sense of time by his presence, closeness, soft
\nendearing speech and intimacy of heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nis Too Little<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll was too little
\nfor her bottomless need. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIf in his presence
\nshe forgot awhile,
Grief filled his absence with its aching
\ntouch,
She saw the desert of her coming days
Imaged in every
\nsolitary hour. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll this, however.
\nproves too little to quench her endless thirst. She forgets the perq
\nfor a while <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nwhen Satyavan is
\nwith her, hut in his absence grief returns and fills her with
\ncontinuous pain. In each hour spent alone. she sees reflected the
\ndreary desert of her approaching future.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Vain
\nImaginary Bliss<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough with a vain
\nimaginary bliss
Of fiery union through death\u2019s door of escape
\n
She dreamed of her body robed in funeral flame,
She knew she
\nmust not clutch that happiness
To die with him and follow,
\nseizing his robe
Across our other countries, travellers glad
\n
Into the sweet or terrible Beyond. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFor those sad
\nparents still would need her here
To help the empty remnant of
\ntheir day. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri conjures up
\nvisions of immolating herself with Satyavan in the hour of his death
\nand uniting with him in the bliss of the heavens beyond. But she
\nknows she must not clutch at that Hellish happiness of following
\nbehind him into the regions beyond the earth\u2014be they sweet or
\nterrible. For the sad and bereaved parents of Satyavan would still
\nneed her here to help them as long as they lived.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Ages’
\nPain Presses into her Woe<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOften it seemed to
\nher the ages\u2019 pain
Had pressed their quintessence into her
\nsingle woe
Concentrating in her a tortured world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThus in the silent
\nchamber of her soul
Cloistering her love to live with secret
\ngrief
She dwelt like a dumb priest with hidden gods
Unappeased
\nby the wordless offering of her days,
Lifting to them her sorrow
\nlike frankincense,
Her life the altar, herself the sacrifice.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOften she feels as
\nif the pain of centuries has compressed itself into her single woe,
\nconcentrating as it were the whole tortured world in her single
\nperson, Thus in the silent depths of her soul disciplining her Love
\nto accept her secret grief, she lives like a dumb priest serving
\nveiled gods who are never satisfied with the mute offering of her
\ndays. To these gods she lifts her sorrow like incense; her life is
\nthe altar of her worship and she herself is the oblation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>They
\nGrow into each other<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet ever they grew
\ninto each other more
Until it seemed no power could rend apart,
\n
Since even the body\u2019s walls could not divide. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFor when he wandered
\nin the forest, oft
Her conscious spirit walked with him and knew
\n
His actions as if in herself he moved;
He, less aware,
\nthrilled with her from afar. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWithal, both she and
\nhe grow more and more into each other till it looks as if they cannot
\nbe separated by any power; even the physical barriers of the body are
\nnot able to divide them into two. When he goes into the forest, her
\nwakeful spirit accompanies him and knows his movements as if they
\ntook place in her own being. He is less conscious, yet his being
\nvibrates in tune with her even when physically at a distance from
\nher.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Her
\nMighty Love Fills<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlways the stature
\nof her passion grew;
Grief, fear became the food of mighty love.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIncreased by its
\ntorment it filled the whole world,
It was all her life, became
\nher whole earth and heaven. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHer passion goes on
\nincreasing in its stature_ Her grief and fear only go to feed her
\nmighty love. Growing on this torment, her love fills her whole world;
\nit is not only her entire life but becomes for her the whole earth
\nhere and the heaven beyond. There is nothing beyond her mighty love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Anvil
\nfor Blows of Fate and Time<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough life-born,
\nan infant of the hours,
Immortal it walked unslayable as the
\ngods:
Her spirit stretched measureless in strength divine
An
\nanvil for the blows of Fate and Time:
Or tired of sorrow\u2019s
\npassionate luxury,
Grief\u2019s self became calm, dull-eyed,
\nresolute
Awaiting some issue of its fiery struggle,
Some deed
\nin which it might for ever cease,
Victorious over itself and
\ndeath and tears. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThough young in
\nmortal life, her love is immortal, unslayable as the gods. Her
\nspirit, divine in its strength, expands itself infinitely, a
\nveritable anvil for the blows of Fate and Time. Though tired of the
\ncontinuous intensity of sorrow, her being of grief remains calm and
\ndetermined to resign itself to whatever issue may emerge from the
\nstruggle, either some deed in which it might cease for ever, or
\nbecome victorious over itself, death and tears.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Griefs
\nHeavy Sky<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe year now paused
\nupon the brink of change. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNo more the storms
\nsailed with stupendous wings
And thunder strode in wrath across
\nthe world,
And still was heard a muttering in the sky
And
\nrain dripped wearily through the mournful air
And grey
\nslow-drifting clouds shut in the earth. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSo her grief\u2019s
\nheavy sky shut in her heart. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe one year is now
\nabout to end. Storm and thunder cease; rain drips slowly through the
\ndismal air. Grey slow-sailing clouds enclose the earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEven so the heavy
\nskies of her grief shut in Savitri’s heart<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Human
\nHeart Speaks to Body’s Fate<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA still self hid
\nbehind but gave no light:
No voice came down from the forgotten
\nheights;
Only in the privacy of its brooding pain
Her human
\nheart spoke to the body\u2019s fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHer still silent
\nself is there behind, but it throws no light. Nor is any voice heard
\nfrom the heights that are now forgotten in this hour of crisis. Only
\nher human heart, in the solitude of its engrossing pain, communes
\nwith the fate of her physical body.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnly her human part
\ncontinues to be active.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n


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

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