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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 Eight. The Book of Death<\/p>\n

\nCanto III<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

\n
\n
\n\n\n\n
 <\/td>\n\n
\n


\nBook
\nEight: Canto 3<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nDeath
\nin the Forest<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSummary
On the
\nfateful day, at dawn, Savitri looks back into her past and relives
\nall that she has been and done. She bows down to the goddess Durga
\nand prays. Then she approaches the queen mother and obtains her
\nconsent to accompany Satyavan to the forest that day.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBoth Satyavan and
\nSavitri go into the forest, hand in hand, he showing her all along
\nthe varied riches of the forest, speaking of the things he loved
\nthere. Savitri, aware of the impending doom, treasures every word
\nthat falls from his lips.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan starts
\naxing a tree for fuel and as he works, he sings snatches of a sage’s
\nchant on the conquest of death and the slaying of evil. But as he
\nproceeds, he is overcome by sudden shooting pains all over his body.
\nHe throws away the axe and seeks Savitri’s support. She clasps him
\nand tries to soothe his pain. But slowly his colour changes and he
\nutters his last cry asking for her kiss. She presses her lips upon
\nhis, but his fail to respond.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShe grows aware that
\nthey are no longer alone: Some chilling Shadow has appeared. There is
\na hush and terror all round. Death is standing there.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan has passed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Savitri Gazes
\ninto Her Past <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow it was here in
\nthis great golden dawn
By her still sleeping husband lain she
\ngazed
Into her past as one about to die
Looks back upon the
\nsunlit fields of life
Where he too ran and sported with the rest,
\n
Lifting his head above the huge dark stream
Into whose depths
\nhe must for ever plunge.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen one is about to
\ndie, one lifts up his head above the huge dark stream of gathering
\ndeath into which he is being swept \u2014 and into which he is soon to
\nsink down \u2014 and casts a quick look back upon the bright life he has
\nlived. In the same manner, on this significant day at bright dawn,
\nSavitri, sitting by the side of Satyavan still asleep, casts back her
\ngaze into her past.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Bows Down to The
\nGoddess <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll she had been and
\ndone she lived again.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe whole year in a
\nswift and eddying race
Of memories swept through her and fled
\naway
Into the irrecoverable past.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen silently she
\nrose and, service done,
Bowed down to the great goddess simply
\ncarved
By Satyavan upon a forest stone.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat prayer she
\nbreathed her soul and Doorga knew.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPerhaps she felt in
\nthe dim forest huge
The infinite Mother watching over her child,
\n
Perhaps the shrouded Voice spoke some still word.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe relives all that
\nhas passed. Events of the whole past year that she has lived with
\nSatyavan rush through her memory and fade into the past. Then she
\ngets up silently, and, after due service, she bows down to the image
\nof the great Goddess Durga, carved simply by Satyavan upon a stone of
\nthe forest.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnly her soul and
\nthe Goddess Durga know what prayer she makes. Perhaps Savitri feels,
\nin that huge, dim forest, the Infinite Divine Mother keeping watch
\nover her \u2014 child that she is of the Divine Mother; perhaps the
\nhidden voice of the Mother speaks some silent word which she alone
\ncan hear.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Speaks to The
\nMother Queen <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt last she came to
\nthe pale mother queen.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe spoke but with
\nguarded lips and tranquil face
As some stray word or some
\nbetraying look
Should let pass into the mother\u2019s unknowing
\nbreast
Slaying all happiness and need to live
A dire
\nforeknowledge of the grief to come.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly the needed
\nutterance passage found:
All else she pressed back into her
\nanguished heart
And forced upon her speech an outward peace:
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri then comes
\nto Satyavan’s mother. She speaks to her with caution and with a calm
\nappearance so that no casual word or revealing look on her part may
\narouse any apprehensions of the coming grief in the mother’s
\nunsuspecting heart and thus end for her all happiness and the need to
\nlive in a world without Satyavan. She speaks just what is needed,
\npressing back all else into her distressed heart, with an enforced
\nquietude.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Great Woodland
\nnot yet Visited <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cOne year that I
\nhave lived with Satyavan
Here on the emerald edge of the vast
\nwoods,
In the iron ring of the enormous peaks
Under the blue
\nrifts of the forest sky,
I have not gone into the silences
Of
\nthis great woodland that enringed my thoughts
With mystery, nor
\nin its green miracles
Wandered, but this small clearing was my
\nworld. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"During this
\none year that I have lived with Satyavan here on the green edge of
\nthe vast forest, surrounded by the huge mountains, under the blue
\npatches of the forest sky, I have not gone into the solitude of these
\nwoods whose mystery and beauty have always attracted me; I have not
\nseen their wonder-spots. My world has been confined to this little
\nhermitage.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire to Go
\nWith Satyavan <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow has a strong
\ndesire seized all my heart
To go with Satyavan holding his hand
\n
Into the life that he has loved and touch
Herbs he has trod
\nand know the forest flowers
And hear at ease the birds and the
\nscurrying life
That starts and ceases, rich far rustle of boughs
\n
And all the mystic whispering of the woods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nRelease me now and
\nlet my heart have rest.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Today I have a
\nstrong desire to go along with Satyavan into the forests that he
\nloves so much, and see and feel the pulsating life of the plants,
\nbirds, animals and the trees there. Permit me to go, let my heart be
\nhappy in the fulfilment of its desire."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Child-Sovereign
\nPermitted <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe answered: \u201cDo
\nas thy wise mind desires,
O calm child-sovereign with the eyes
\nthat rule. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI hold thee for a
\nstrong goddess who has come
Pitying our barren days; so dost thou
\nserve
Even as a slave might, yet art thou beyond
All that
\nthou doest, all our minds conceive,
Like the strong sun that
\nserves earth from above.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe queen-mother
\nanswers:"O child-sovereign with imperious eyes who art always
\ncalm and wise, do as thou choosest. I regard thee as a powerful
\ngoddess who has come to us out of compassion for our barren existence
\nhere. Thou servest as hard as a slave does and yet thou art always
\nabove thy actions, above all our conceptions; thou art like the
\nstrong sun who serves the earth incessantly, but is always far
\nabove."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Into The Forest <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen the doomed
\nhusband and the woman who knew
Went with linked hands into that
\nsolemn world
Where beauty and grandeur and unspoken dream,
Where
\nNature\u2019s mystic silence could be felt
Communing with the
\nsecrecy of God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Satyavan, who
\ndoes not know of the impending doom, and Savitri, who knows all, go
\ntogether, hand in hand, into the forest, a world by itself with it
\nown beauty, grandeur and silent aspirations, where Nature can be felt
\ncommuning in a profound silence with the secrecy of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Satyavan Shows
\nThe Forest’s Riches <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBeside her Satyavan
\nwalked full of joy,
Because she moved with him through his green
\nhaunts:
He showed her all the forest\u2019s riches, flowers
\n
Innumerable of every odour and hue
And soft thick clinging
\ncreepers red and green
And strange rich-plumaged birds, to every
\ncry
That haunted sweetly distant boughs, replied
With the
\nshrill singer\u2019s name more sweetly called.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan walks full
\nof joy because today Savitri is with him in his visit to his
\nfavourite forest-haunts. He shows her all the riches of the forest,
\nits innumerable, variegated flowers, its colourful creepers, and the
\nstrange, richly feathered birds sweetly calling each other in shrill
\nnotes from distant boughs.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
His Boyhood
\nComrades <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe spoke of all the
\nthings he loved: they were
His boyhood\u2019s comrades and his
\nplayfellows,
Coevals and companions of his life
Here in this
\nworld whose every mood he knew:
Their thoughts which to the
\ncommon mind are blank
He shared, to every wild emotion felt
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn answer. Satyavan
\nspeaks to Savitri of all the things in the woods that he specially
\nloves, of the denizens of the forest who have been his boyhood
\nfriends, playfellows and companions of his life. He knows every mood
\nof theirs, he understands their thoughts of which the common mind is
\nhardly aware, he responds to every wild emotion in that forest world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Savitri Listens
\nto The Voice <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u2026 Deeply she
\nlistened, but to hear
The voice that soon would cease from tender
\nwords
And treasure its sweet cadences beloved
For lonely
\nmemory when none by her walked
And the beloved voice could speak
\nno more. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut little dwelt her
\nmind upon their sense;
Of death, not life she thought or life\u2019s
\nlone end. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri listens
\nattentively to Satyavan, not to the sense of his words but to his
\nvoice that will soon cease to speak, in order to preserve its sweet
\ncadences in her memory to be drawn upon when she will be left alone.
\nHer mind is thinking not of life but of death, of the lonely end of
\nlife.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pain At Every
\nStep <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLove in her bosom
\nhurt with jagged edges
Of anguish moaned at every step with pain
\n
Crying, \u201cNow, now perhaps his voice will cease
For ever.\u201d
\nEven by some vague touch oppressed,
Sometimes her eyes looked
\nround as if their orbs
Might see the dim and dreadful god\u2019s
\napproach. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt each step her
\nlove is stabbed by anguish at the approaching tragedy and it cries:
\n"Now, now perhaps his voice will cease." At times there is
\na sense of some vague touch and she looks round as if she might see
\nthe dreadful god of death approaching.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nBut Satyavan had
\npaused. He meant to finish
His labour here that happy, linked,
\nuncaring
They two might wander free in the green deep
Primeval
\nmystery of the forest\u2019s heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWordless but near
\nshe watched, no turn to lose
Of the bright face and body which
\nshe loved. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow Satyavan stops.
\nHe means first to complete his chore of cutting down a tree for its
\nwood so that both of them could afterwards wander happily in the
\ndeeps of the forest. Waiting near him silently, Savitri watches every
\nmovement of the face and body which she loves so intensely.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wields The
\nJoyous Axe <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer life was now in
\nseconds, not in hours,
And every moment she economised
Like a
\npale merchant leaned above his store,
The miser of his poor
\nremaining gold.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Satyavan wielded
\na joyous axe. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri is aware of
\nthe sands of time fast running out. She seeks to make the most of
\nevery moment like an anxious merchant watching over his store, a
\nmiser counting his remaining stock of gold.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut Satyavan swings
\nhis axe merrily.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Satyavan Sings
\nof Conquered Death <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe sang high
\nsnatches of a sage\u2019s chant
That pealed of conquered death and
\ndemons slain,
And sometimes paused to cry to her sweet speech
Of
\nlove and mockery tenderer than love:
She like a pantheress leaped
\nupon his words
And carried them into her cavern heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan sings aloud
\nbits of a sage’s song celebrating victory over death and the
\ndestruction of demons; at times he interrupts his singing to utter
\nsweet words of love, tender and teasing. Savitri grasps them avidly
\nand treasures them in her heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hounds of Pain <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut as he worked,
\nhis doom upon him came.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe violent and
\nhungry hounds of pain
Travelled through his body biting as they
\npassed
Silently, and all his suffering breath besieged
Strove
\nto rend life\u2019s strong heart-cords and be free.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut as he works, his
\ndoom arrives.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nViolent and intense
\nshooting pains start and spread all over his body; his suffocating
\nbreath struggles to break the bonds of life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wave of Relief <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen helped, as if a
\nbeast had left its prey,
A moment in a wave of rich relief
\n
Reborn to strength and happy ease he stood
Rejoicing and
\nresumed his confident toil
But with less seeing strokes. \u2026
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a moment of
\nrecovery and relief; Satyavan feels fresh and strong again and
\nresumes his toil with the axe. But his strokes are less sure.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Great Woodsman
\nHews <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u2026 Now the great
\nWoodsman
Hewed at him and his labour ceased: lifting
His arm
\nhe flung away the poignant axe
Far from him like an instrument of
\npain. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSuddenly death
\nstrikes at Satyavan and his labour ceases. He lifts up his arm and
\nthrows away the sharp axe far from himself as though it were an
\ninstrument of pain.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Agony such as
\nTree Must Feel <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe came to him in
\nsilent anguish and clasped,
And he cried to her, \u201cSavitri, a
\npang
Cleaves through my head and breast as if the axe
Were
\npiercing it and not the living branch.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSuch agony rends me
\nas the tree must feel
When it is sundered and must lose its life.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwhile let me lay my
\nhead upon thy lap
And guard me with thy hands from evil fate:
\n
Perhaps because thou touchest, death may pass.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri goes to him
\nin anguish and clasps him. He cries out to her: "Savitri, it is
\nas though the axe is piercing me and not the tree; there is a sharp
\npang in my head and breast. My agony is like that of the tree when it
\nis cut down and about to die. Let me lay my head upon thy lap for a
\nwhile. Guard me with thy hands from a possible evil fate. Death may
\npass because thou boldest me."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Savitri Guards <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Savitri sat
\nunder branches wide,
Cool, green against the sun, not the hurt
\ntree
Which his keen axe had cloven,\u2014that she shunned;
But
\nleaned beneath a fortunate kingly trunk
She guarded him in her
\nbosom and strove to soothe
His anguished brow and body with her
\nhands. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Savitri sits in
\nthe shade of a kingly tree \u2014 avoiding the tree that Satyavan has
\ncut into with his sharp axe \u2014 and holds him to her bosom; she tries
\nto soothe with her hands his brow and body shaking with agony.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She waits
\nGriefless and Strong <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll grief and fear
\nwere dead within her now
And a great calm had fallen. The wish to
\nlessen
His suffering, the impulse that opposes pain
Were the
\none mortal feeling left. It passed:
Griefless and strong she
\nwaited like the gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nGrief and fear are
\nno more in her. Instead a great calm has come over her. The only
\nmortal feeling still left in her is the wish to lessen his suffering,
\nthe natural reaction to pain. Even that passes. She is no more human.
\nGriefless and strong, like the gods, she waits.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
His Hue Changes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut now his sweet
\nfamiliar hue was changed
Into a tarnished greyness and his eyes
\n
Dimmed over, forsaken of the clear light she loved.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly the dull and
\nphysical mind was left,
Vacant of the bright spirit\u2019s luminous
\ngaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSoon, Satyavan’s
\nusual sweet hue changes into a tarnished grey. His eyes dim; their
\nclear light departs: only the dull, mechanical mind remains, bereft
\nof the usual luminous look of the bright spirit within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cry in last
\nDespair <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut once before it
\nfaded wholly back,
He cried out in a clinging last despair,
\n
\u201cSavitri, Savitri, O Savitri,
Lean down, my soul, and kiss
\nme while I die.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut before that
\nbright gaze fades away completely, Satyavan utters a last cry of
\ndespair: "O Savitri, Savitri, Savitri, my soul, lean down and
\nkiss me as I die."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
His Lips Fail <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd even as her
\npallid lips pressed his,
His failed, losing last sweetness of
\nresponse;
His cheek pressed down her golden arm. She sought
His
\nmouth still with her living mouth, as if
She could persuade his
\nsoul back with her kiss;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever, though
\nSavitri’s pallid lips press upon Satyavan’s, there is no response.
\nHis cheek presses down upon her golden arm. She seeks his mouth again
\nwith her living mouth as though with her kisses she could persuade
\nhis soul to come back.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Silent Shade
\nImmense <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen grew aware they
\nwere no more alone.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSomething had come
\nthere conscious, vast and dire.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNear her she felt a
\nsilent shade immense
Chilling the noon with darkness for its
\nback. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSuddenly Savitri
\ngrows aware that they two are no longer alone; something vast,
\nfearful and conscious has come there. She feels near her a huge
\nsilent shade of darkness making dark and chilly the bright and warm
\nlight of noon.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Terror and
\nAnguish <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn awful hush had
\nfallen upon the place:
There was no cry of birds, no voice of
\nbeasts. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA terror and an
\nanguish filled the world,
As if annihilation\u2019s mystery
Had
\ntaken a sensible form.\u2026
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA hush of awe has
\nfallen upon the place. The cry of birds is no more; the voice of
\nbeasts no more sounds; the entire world seems to be filled with a
\nterror and an anguish, as if the mystery of destruction had taken a
\nconcrete form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Cosmic Mind <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u2026 A cosmic mind
\n
Looked out on all from formidable eyes
Contemning all with
\nhis unbearable gaze
And with immortal lips and a vast brow
It
\nsaw in its immense destroying thought
All things and beings as a
\npitiful dream,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome universal mind
\nlooks out on all from imposing eyes, condemning all with its
\nunbearable gaze; with lips immortal and a vast brow, it sees in its
\nhuge all-destroying thought all things and beings as a miserable
\ndream.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Doom of Nought <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nRejecting with calm
\ndisdain Nature\u2019s delight,
The wordless meaning of its deep
\nregard
Voicing the unreality of things
And life that would be
\nfor ever but never was
And its brief and vain recurrence without
\ncease,
As if from a Silence without form or name
The Shadow
\nof a remote uncaring god
Doomed to his Naught illusory universe,
\n
Cancelling its show of idea and act in Time
And its imitation
\nof eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt rejects with
\ncontempt Nature’s delight. Its deep regard visibly expresses the
\nunreality of things and of life that seeks to be for ever but in fact
\nhas never been so, life in its brief, useless recurrences without
\nrespite. It is as if some Shadow of a far-off uncaring God, from a
\nSilence that is formless and nameless,has condemned to Nothingness
\nthis illusory universe, cancelling its appearance of idea and action
\nin Time and its vain imitation of eternity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nShe knew that
\nvisible Death was standing there
And Satyavan had passed from her
\nembrace. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri realises
\nthat Death in a visible form is standing there and that Satyavan has
\npassed away from her embrace<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P><\/p>\n

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