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\nT<\/font>HERE<\/b> came a slope that slowly downward sank;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt slipped towards a stumbling grey descent.<\/p>\n

The dim-heart marvel of the ideal was lost;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts crowding wonder of bright delicate dreams<\/p>\n

And vague half-limned sublimities she had left:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThought fell towards lower levels; hard and tense<\/p>\n

It passioned for some crude reality.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe twilight floated still but changed its hues<\/p>\n

And heavily swathed a less delightful dream;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt settled in tired masses on the air;<\/p>\n

Its symbol colours tuned with duller reds<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd almost seemed a lurid mist of day.<\/p>\n

A straining taut and dire besieged her heart;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHeavy her sense grew with a dangerous load,<\/p>\n

And sadder, greater sounds were in her ears,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd through stern breakings of the lambent glare<\/p>\n

Her vision caught a hurry of driving plains<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd cloudy mountains and wide tawny streams,<\/p>\n

And cities climbed in minarets and towers<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTowards an unavailing changeless sky:<\/p>\n

Long quays and ghauts and harbours white with sails<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tChallenged her sight awhile and then were gone.<\/p>\n

Amidst them travailed toiling multitudes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn ever shifting perishable groups,<\/p>\n

A foiled cinema of lit shadowy shapes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEnveloped in the grey mantle of a dream.<\/p>\n

Imagining meanings in life’s heavy drift,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey trusted in the uncertain environment<\/p>\n

And waited for death to change their spirit’s scene.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA savage din of labour and a tramp<\/p>\n

Of armoured life and the monotonous hum<\/p>\n

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Of thoughts and acts that ever were the same,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if the dull reiterated drone<\/p>\n

Of a great brute machine, beset her soul, \u2014<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA grey dissatisfied rumour like a ghost<\/p>\n

Of the moaning of a loud unquiet sea.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA huge inhuman cyclopean voice,<\/p>\n

A Babel-builders’ song towering to heaven,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA throb of engines and the clang of tools<\/p>\n

Brought the deep undertone of labour’s pain.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs when pale lightnings tear a tortured sky,<\/p>\n

High overhead a cloud-rimmed series flared<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tChasing like smoke from a red funnel driven,<\/p>\n

The forced creations of an ignorant Mind:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDrifting she saw like pictured fragments flee<\/p>\n

Phantoms of human thought and baffled hopes,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe shapes of Nature and the arts of man,<\/p>\n

Philosophies and disciplines and laws,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the dead spirit of old societies,<\/p>\n

Constructions of the Titan and the worm.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if lost remnants of forgotten light,<\/p>\n

Before her mind there fled with trailing wings<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDimmed revelations and delivering words,<\/p>\n

Emptied of their mission and their strength to save,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe messages of the evangelist gods,<\/p>\n

Voices of prophets, scripts of vanishing creeds.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach in its hour eternal claimed went by:<\/p>\n

Ideals, systems, sciences, poems, crafts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTireless there perished and again recurred,<\/p>\n

Sought restlessly by some creative Power;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut all were dreams crossing an empty vast.<\/p>\n

Ascetic voices called of lonely seers<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn mountain summits or by river banks<\/p>\n

Or from the desolate heart of forest glades<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSeeking heaven’s rest or the spirit’s worldless peace,<\/p>\n

Or in bodies motionless like statues, fixed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn tranced cessations of their sleepless thought<\/p>\n

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Sat sleeping souls, and this too was a dream.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll things the past has made and slain were there,<\/p>\n

Its lost forgotten forms that once had lived,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd all the present loves as new-revealed<\/p>\n

And all the hopes the future brings had failed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlready, caught and spent in efforts vain,<\/p>\n

Repeated fruitlessly age after age.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnwearied all returned insisting still<\/p>\n

Because of joy in the anguish of pursuit<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd joy to labour and to win and lose<\/p>\n

And joy to create and keep and joy to kill.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe rolling cycles passed and came again,<\/p>\n

Brought the same toils and the same barren end,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tForms ever new and ever old, the long<\/p>\n

Appalling revolutions of the world.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnce more arose the great destroying Voice:<\/p>\n

Across the fruitless labour of the worlds<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis huge denial’s all-defeating might<\/p>\n

Pursued the ignorant march of dolorous Time.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Behold the figures of this symbol realm,<\/p>\n

Its solid outlines of creative dream<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInspiring the great concrete tasks of earth.<\/p>\n

In its motion-parable of human life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere thou canst trace the outcome Nature gives<\/p>\n

To the sin of being and the error in things<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the desire that compels to live<\/p>\n

And man’s incurable malady of hope.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn an immutable order’s hierarchy<\/p>\n

Where Nature changes not, man cannot change:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEver he obeys her fixed mutation’s law;<\/p>\n

In a new version of her oft-told tale<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn ever-wheeling cycles turns the race.<\/p>\n

His mind is pent in circling boundaries:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor mind is man, beyond thought he cannot soar.<\/p>\n

If he could leave his limits he would be safe:<\/p>\n

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He sees but cannot mount to his greater heavens;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven winged, he sinks back to his native soil.<\/p>\n

He is a captive in his net of mind<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd beats soul-wings against the walls of life.<\/p>\n

In vain his heart lifts up its yearning prayer,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPeopling with brilliant Gods the formless Void;<\/p>\n

Then disappointed to the Void he turns<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd in its happy nothingness asks release,<\/p>\n

The calm Nirvana of his dream of self:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Word in silence ends, in Nought the name.<\/p>\n

Apart amid the mortal multitudes,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe calls the Godhead incommunicable<\/p>\n

To be the lover of his lonely soul<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr casts his spirit into its void embrace.<\/p>\n

Or he finds his copy in the impartial All;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe imparts to the Immobile his own will,<\/p>\n

Attributes to the Eternal wrath and love<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd to the Ineffable lends a thousand names.<\/p>\n

Hope not to call God down into his life.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHow shalt thou bring the Everlasting here?<\/p>\n

There is no house for him in hurrying Time.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVainly thou seekst in Matter’s world an aim;<\/p>\n

No aim is there, only a will to be.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll walk by Nature bound for ever the same.<\/p>\n

Look on these forms that stay awhile and pass,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese lives that long and strive, then are no more,<\/p>\n

These structures that have no abiding truth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe saviour creeds that cannot save themselves,<\/p>\n

But perish in the strangling hands of the years,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDiscarded from man’s thought, proved false by Time,<\/p>\n

Philosophies that strip all problems bare<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut nothing ever have solved since earth began,<\/p>\n

And sciences omnipotent in vain<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBy which men learn of what the suns are made,<\/p>\n

Transform all forms to serve their outward needs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRide through the sky and sail beneath the sea,<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tBut learn not what they are or why they came;<\/p>\n

These polities, architectures of man’s brain,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat, bricked with evil and good, wall in man’s spirit<\/p>\n

And, fissured houses, palace at once and jail,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRot while they reign and crumble before they crash;<\/p>\n

These revolutions, demon or drunken god,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tConvulsing the wounded body of mankind<\/p>\n

Only to paint in new colours an old face;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese wars, carnage triumphant, ruin gone mad,<\/p>\n

The work of centuries vanishing in an hour,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe blood of the vanquished and the victor’s crown<\/p>\n

Which men to be born must pay for with their pain,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe hero’s face divine on satyr’s limbs,<\/p>\n

The demon’s grandeur mixed with the demigod’s,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe glory and the beasthood and the shame;<\/p>\n

Why is it all, the labour and the din,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe transient joys, the timeless sea of tears,<\/p>\n

The longing and the hoping and the cry,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe battle and the victory and the fall,<\/p>\n

The aimless journey that can never pause,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe waking toil, the incoherent sleep,<\/p>\n

Song, shouts and weeping, wisdom and idle words,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe laughter of men, the irony of the gods?<\/p>\n

Where leads the march, whither the pilgrimage?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho keeps the map of the route or planned each stage?<\/p>\n

Or else self-moved the world walks its own way,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr nothing is there but only a Mind that dreams:<\/p>\n

The world is a myth that happened to come true,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA legend told to itself by conscious Mind,<\/p>\n

Imaged and played on a feigned Matter’s ground<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn which it stands in an unsubstantial Vast.<\/p>\n

Mind is the author, spectator, actor, stage:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMind only is and what it thinks is seen.<\/p>\n

If Mind is all, renounce the hope of bliss;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf Mind is all, renounce the hope of Truth.<\/p>\n

For Mind can never touch the body of Truth<\/p>\n

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And Mind can never see the soul of God;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly his shadow it grasps nor hears his laugh<\/p>\n

As it turns from him to the vain seeming of things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMind is a tissue woven of light and shade<\/p>\n

Where right and wrong have sewn their mingled parts;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr Mind is Nature’s marriage of convenance<\/p>\n

Between truth and falsehood, between joy and pain:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis struggling pair no court can separate.<\/p>\n

Each thought is a gold coin with bright alloy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd error and truth are its obverse and reverse:<\/p>\n

This is the imperial mintage of the brain<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd of this kind is all its currency.<\/p>\n

Think not to plant on earth the living Truth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr make of Matter’s world the home of God;<\/p>\n

Truth comes not there but only the thought of Truth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGod is not there but only the name of God.<\/p>\n

If Self there is it is bodiless and unborn;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt is no one and it is possessed by none.<\/p>\n

On what shalt thou then build thy happy world?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCast off thy life and mind, then art thou Self,<\/p>\n

An all-seeing omnipresence stark, alone.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf God there is he cares not for the world;<\/p>\n

All things he sees with calm indifferent gaze,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe has doomed all hearts to sorrow and desire,<\/p>\n

He has bound all life with his implacable laws;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe answers not the ignorant voice of prayer.<\/p>\n

Eternal while the ages toil beneath,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnmoved, untouched by aught that he has made,<\/p>\n

He sees as minute details mid the stars<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe animal’s agony and the fate of man:<\/p>\n

Immeasurably wise, he exceeds thy thought;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis solitary joy needs not thy love.<\/p>\n

His truth in human thinking cannot dwell:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf thou desirest Truth, then still thy mind<\/p>\n

For ever, slain by the dumb unseen Light.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImmortal bliss lives not in human air:<\/p>\n

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How shall the mighty Mother her calm delight<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tKeep fragrant in this narrow fragile vase,<\/p>\n

Or lodge her sweet unbroken ecstasy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn hearts which earthly sorrow can assail<\/p>\n

And bodies careless Death can slay at will?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDream not to change the world that God has planned,<\/p>\n

Strive not to alter his eternal law.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf heavens there are whose gates are shut to grief,<\/p>\n

There seek the joy thou couldst not find on earth;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr in the imperishable hemisphere<\/p>\n

Where Light is native and Delight is king<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Spirit is the deathless ground of things,<\/p>\n

Choose thy high station, child of Eternity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf thou art Spirit and Nature is thy robe,<\/p>\n

Cast off thy garb and be thy naked self<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImmutable in its undying truth,<\/p>\n

Alone for ever in the mute Alone.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTurn then to God, for him leave all behind;<\/p>\n

Forgetting love, forgetting Satyavan,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnnul thyself in his immobile peace.<\/p>\n

O soul, drown in his still beatitude.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor thou must die to thyself to reach God’s height:<\/p>\n

I, Death, am the gate of immortality.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut Savitri answered to the sophist God:<\/p>\n

“Once more wilt thou call Light to blind Truth’s eyes,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMake Knowledge a catch of the snare of Ignorance<\/p>\n

And the Word a dart to slay my living soul?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOffer, O King, thy boons to tired spirits<\/p>\n

And hearts that could not bear the wounds of Time,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLet those who were tied to body and to mind,<\/p>\n

Tear off those bonds and flee into white calm<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCrying for a refuge from the play of God.<\/p>\n

Surely thy boons are great since thou art He!<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut how shall I seek rest in endless peace<\/p>\n

Who house the mighty Mother’s violent force,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer vision turned to read the enigmaed world,<\/p>\n

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Her will tempered in the blaze of Wisdom’s sun<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the flaming silence of her heart of love?<\/p>\n

The world is a spiritual paradox<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInvented by a need in the Unseen,<\/p>\n

A poor translation to the creature’s sense<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf That which for ever exceeds idea and speech,<\/p>\n

A symbol of what can never be symbolised,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA language mispronounced, misspelt, yet true.<\/p>\n

Its powers have come from the eternal heights<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd plunged into the inconscient dim Abyss<\/p>\n

And risen from it to do their marvellous work.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe soul is a figure of the Unmanifest,<\/p>\n

The mind labours to think the Unthinkable,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe life to call the Immortal into birth,<\/p>\n

The body to enshrine the Illimitable.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe world is not cut off from Truth and God.<\/p>\n

In vain thou hast dug the dark unbridgeable gulf,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn vain thou hast built the blind and doorless wall:<\/p>\n

Man’s soul crosses through thee to Paradise,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHeaven’s sun forces its way through death and night;<\/p>\n

Its light is seen upon our being’s verge.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy mind is a torch lit from the eternal sun,<\/p>\n

My life a breath drawn by the immortal Guest,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy mortal body is the Eternal’s house.<\/p>\n

Already the torch becomes the undying ray,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlready the life is the Immortal’s force,<\/p>\n

The house grows of the householder part and one.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHow sayst thou Truth can never light the human mind<\/p>\n

And Bliss can never invade the mortal’s heart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr God descend into the world he made?<\/p>\n

If in the meaningless Void creation rose,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf from a bodiless Force Matter was born,<\/p>\n

If Life could climb in the unconscious tree,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts green delight break into emerald leaves<\/p>\n

And its laughter of beauty blossom in the flower,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf sense could wake in tissue, nerve and cell<\/p>\n

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And Thought seize the grey matter of the brain,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd soul peep from its secrecy through the flesh,<\/p>\n

How shall the nameless Light not leap on men,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd unknown powers emerge from Nature’s sleep?<\/p>\n

Even now hints of a luminous Truth like stars<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArise in the mind-mooned splendour of Ignorance;<\/p>\n

Even now the deathless Lover’s touch we feel:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf the chamber’s door is even a little ajar,<\/p>\n

What then can hinder God from stealing in<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr who forbid his kiss on the sleeping soul?<\/p>\n

Already God is near, the Truth is close:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBecause the dark atheist body knows him not,<\/p>\n

Must the sage deny the Light, the seer his soul?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI am not bound by thought or sense or shape;<\/p>\n

I live in the glory of the Infinite,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI am near to the Nameless and Unknowable,<\/p>\n

The Ineffable is now my household mate.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut standing on Eternity’s luminous brink<\/p>\n

I have discovered that the world was He;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI have met Spirit with spirit, Self with self,<\/p>\n

But I have loved too the body of my God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI have pursued him in his earthly form.<\/p>\n

A lonely freedom cannot satisfy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA heart that has grown one with every heart:<\/p>\n

I am a deputy of the aspiring world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy spirit’s liberty I ask for all.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen rang again a deeper cry of Death.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if beneath its weight of sterile law<\/p>\n

Oppressed by its own obstinate meaningless will,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDisdainful, weary and compassionate,<\/p>\n

It kept no more its old intolerant sound,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut seemed like life’s in her unnumbered paths<\/p>\n

Toiling for ever and achieving nought<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBecause of birth and change, her mortal powers<\/p>\n

By which she lasts, around the term-posts fixed<\/p>\n

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Turning of a wide circling aimless race<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhose course for ever speeds and is the same.<\/p>\n

In its long play with Fate and Chance and Time<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAssured of the game’s vanity lost or won,<\/p>\n

Crushed by its load of ignorance and doubt<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhich knowledge seems to increase and growth to enlarge,<\/p>\n

The earth-mind sinks and it despairs and looks<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOld, weary and discouraged on its work.<\/p>\n

Yet was all nothing then or vainly achieved?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSome great thing has been done, some light, some power<\/p>\n

Delivered from the huge Inconscient’s grasp:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt has emerged from night; it sees its dawns<\/p>\n

Circling for ever though no dawn can stay.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis change was in the godhead’s far-flung voice;<\/p>\n

His form of dread was altered and admitted<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur transient effort at eternity,<\/p>\n

Yet flung vast doubts of what might else have been<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn grandiose hints of an impossible day.<\/p>\n

The great voice surging cried to Savitri:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Because thou knowst the wisdom that transcends<\/p>\n

Both veil of forms and the contempt of forms,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArise delivered by the seeing gods.<\/p>\n

If free thou hadst kept thy mind from life’s fierce stress,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou mightst have been like them omniscient, calm.<\/p>\n

But the violent and passionate heart forbids.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt is the storm bird of an anarch Power<\/p>\n

That would upheave the world and tear from it<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe indecipherable scroll of Fate,<\/p>\n

Death’s rule and Law and the unknowable Will.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHasteners to action, violators of God<\/p>\n

Are these great spirits who have too much love,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd they who formed like thee, for both art thou,<\/p>\n

Have come into the narrow bounds of life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith too large natures overleaping time.<\/p>\n

Worshippers of force who know not her recoil,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTheir giant wills compel the troubled years.<\/p>\n

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The wise are tranquil; silent the great hills<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRise ceaselessly towards their unreached sky,<\/p>\n

Seated on their unchanging base, their heads<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDreamless in heaven’s immutable domain.<\/p>\n

On their aspiring tops, sublime and still,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLifting half-way to heaven the climbing soul<\/p>\n

The mighty mediators stand content<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo watch the revolutions of the stars:<\/p>\n

Motionlessly moving with the might of earth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey see the ages pass and are the same.<\/p>\n

The wise think with the cycles, they hear the tread<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf far-off things; patient, unmoved they keep<\/p>\n

Their dangerous wisdom in their depths restrained,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLest man’s frail days into the unknown should sink<\/p>\n

Dragged like a ship by bound leviathan<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto the abyss of his stupendous seas.<\/p>\n

Lo, how all shakes when the gods tread too near!<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll moves, is in peril, anguished, torn, upheaved.<\/p>\n

The hurrying aeons would stumble on too swift<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf strength from heaven surprised the imperfect earth<\/p>\n

And veilless knowledge smote these unfit souls.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe deities have screened their dreadful power:<\/p>\n

God hides his thought and, even, he seems to err.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBe still and tardy in the slow wise world.<\/p>\n

Mighty art thou with the dread goddess filled,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo whom thou criedst at dawn in the dim woods.<\/p>\n

Use not thy strength like the wild Titan souls!<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTouch not the seated lines, the ancient laws,<\/p>\n

Respect the calm of great established things.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut Savitri replied to the huge god:<\/p>\n

“What is the calm thou vauntst, O Law, O Death?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs it not the dull-visioned tread inert<\/p>\n

Of monstrous energies chained in a stark round<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSoulless and stone-eyed with mechanic dreams?<\/p>\n

Vain the soul’s hope if changeless Law is all:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEver to the new and the unknown press on<\/p>\n

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The speeding aeons justifying God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhat were earth’s ages if the grey restraint<\/p>\n

Were never broken and glories sprang not forth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBursting their obscure seed, while man’s slow life<\/p>\n

Leaped hurried into sudden splendid paths<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBy divine words and human gods revealed?<\/p>\n

Impose not upon sentient minds and hearts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe dull fixity that binds inanimate things.<\/p>\n

Well is the unconscious rule for the animal breeds<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tContent to live beneath the immutable yoke;<\/p>\n

Man turns to a nobler walk, a master path.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI trample on thy law with living feet;<\/p>\n

For to arise in freedom I was born.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf I am mighty let my force be unveiled<\/p>\n

Equal companion of the dateless powers,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr else let my frustrated soul sink down<\/p>\n

Unworthy of Godhead in the original sleep.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI claim from Time my will’s eternity,<\/p>\n

God from his moments.” Death replied to her,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Why should the noble and immortal will<\/p>\n

Stoop to the petty works of transient earth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFreedom forgotten and the Eternal’s path?<\/p>\n

Or is this the high use of strength and thought,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo struggle with the bonds of death and time<\/p>\n

And spend the labour that might earn the gods<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd battle and bear agony of wounds<\/p>\n

To grasp the trivial joys that earth can guard<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn her small treasure-chest of passing things?<\/p>\n

Child, hast thou trodden the gods beneath thy feet<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly to win poor shreds of earthly life<\/p>\n

For him thou lov’st cancelling the grand release,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tKeeping from early rapture of the heavens<\/p>\n

His soul the lenient deities have called?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAre thy arms sweeter than the courts of God?”<\/p>\n

She answered, “Straight I trample on the road<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe strong hand hewed for me which planned our paths.<\/p>\n

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I run where his sweet dreadful voice commands<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd I am driven by the reins of God.<\/p>\n

Why drew he wide his scheme of mighty worlds<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr filled infinity with his passionate breath?<\/p>\n

Or wherefore did he build my mortal form<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd sow in me his bright and proud desires,<\/p>\n

If not to achieve, to flower in me, to love,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCarving his human image richly shaped<\/p>\n

In thoughts and largenesses and golden powers?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFar Heaven can wait our coming in its calm.<\/p>\n

Easy the heavens were to build for God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth was his difficult matter, earth the glory<\/p>\n

Gave of the problem and the race and strife.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere are the ominous masks, the terrible powers;<\/p>\n

There it is greatness to create the gods.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs not the spirit immortal and absolved<\/p>\n

Always, delivered from the grasp of Time?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhy came it down into the mortal’s Space?<\/p>\n

A charge he gave to his high spirit in man<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd wrote a hidden decree on Nature’s tops.<\/p>\n

Freedom is this with ever seated soul,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLarge in life’s limits, strong in Matter’s knots,<\/p>\n

Building great stuff of action from the worlds<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo make fine wisdom from coarse, scattered strands<\/p>\n

And love and beauty out of war and night,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe wager wonderful, the game divine.<\/p>\n

What liberty has the soul which feels not free<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnless stripped bare and cannot kiss the bonds<\/p>\n

The Lover winds around his playmate’s limbs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tChoosing his tyranny, crushed in his embrace?<\/p>\n

To seize him better with her boundless heart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe accepts the limiting circle of his arms,<\/p>\n

Bows full of bliss beneath his mastering hands<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd laughs in his rich constraints, most bound, most free.<\/p>\n

This is my answer to thy lures, O Death.”<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tImmutable, Death’s denial met her cry:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“However mighty, whatever thy secret name<\/p>\n

Uttered in hidden conclaves of the gods,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThy heart’s ephemeral passion cannot break<\/p>\n

The iron rampart of accomplished things<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith which the great Gods fence their camp in Space.<\/p>\n

Whoever thou art behind thy human mask,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven if thou art the Mother of the worlds<\/p>\n

And pegst thy claim upon the realms of Chance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe cosmic Law is greater than thy will.<\/p>\n

Even God himself obeys the Laws he made:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Law abides and never can it change,<\/p>\n

The Person is a bubble on Time’s sea.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA forerunner of a greater Truth to come,<\/p>\n

Thy soul creator of its freer Law,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVaunting a Force behind on which it leans,<\/p>\n

A Light above which none but thou hast seen,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou claimst the first fruits of Truth’s victory.<\/p>\n

But what is Truth and who can find her form<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAmid the specious images of sense,<\/p>\n

Amid the crowding guesses of the mind<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the dark ambiguities of a world<\/p>\n

Peopled with the incertitudes of Thought?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor where is Truth and when was her footfall heard<\/p>\n

Amid the endless clamour of Time’s mart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd which is her voice amid the thousand cries<\/p>\n

That cross the listening brain and cheat the soul?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr is Truth aught but a high starry name<\/p>\n

Or a vague and splendid word by which man’s thought<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSanctions and consecrates his nature’s choice,<\/p>\n

The heart’s wish donning knowledge as its robe,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe cherished idea elect among the elect,<\/p>\n

Thought’s favourite mid the children of half-light<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho high-voiced crowd the playgrounds of the mind<\/p>\n

Or people its dormitories in infant sleep?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll things hang here between God’s yes and no,<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tTwo Powers real but to each other untrue,<\/p>\n

Two consort stars in the mooned night of mind<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat towards two opposite horizons gaze,<\/p>\n

The white head and black tail of the mystic drake,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe swift and the lame foot, wing strong, wing broken<\/p>\n

Sustaining the body of the uncertain world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA great surreal dragon in the skies.<\/p>\n

Too dangerously thy high proud truth must live<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEntangled in Matter’s mortal littleness.<\/p>\n

All in this world is true, yet all is false:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts thoughts into an eternal cipher run,<\/p>\n

Its deeds swell to Time’s rounded zero sum.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus man at once is animal and god,<\/p>\n

A disparate enigma of God’s make<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnable to free the Godhead’s form within,<\/p>\n

A being less than himself, yet something more,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe aspiring animal, the frustrate god<\/p>\n

Yet neither beast nor deity but man,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut man tied to the kind earth’s labour strives to exceed<\/p>\n

Climbing the stairs of God to higher things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tObjects are seemings and none knows their truth,<\/p>\n

Ideas are guesses of an ignorant god.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTruth has no home in earth’s irrational breast:<\/p>\n

Yet without reason life is a tangle of dreams,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut reason is poised above a dim abyss<\/p>\n

And stands at last upon a plank of doubt.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEternal truth lives not with mortal men.<\/p>\n

Or if she dwells within thy mortal heart,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShow me the body of the living Truth<\/p>\n

Or draw for me the outline of her face<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat I too may obey and worship her.<\/p>\n

Then will I give thee back thy Satyavan.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut here are only facts and steel-bound Law.<\/p>\n

This truth I know that Satyavan is dead<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd even thy sweetness cannot lure him back.<\/p>\n

No magic Truth can bring the dead to life,<\/p>\n

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No power of earth cancel the thing once done,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo joy of the heart can last surviving death,<\/p>\n

No bliss persuade the past to live again.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut Life alone can solace the mute Void<\/p>\n

And fill with thought the emptiness of Time.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLeave then thy dead, O Savitri, and live.”<\/p>\n

The Woman answered to the mighty Shade,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd as she spoke, mortality disappeared;<\/p>\n

Her Goddess self grew visible in her eyes,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLight came, a dream of heaven, into her face.<\/p>\n

“O Death, thou too art God and yet not He,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut only his own black shadow on his path<\/p>\n

As leaving the Night he takes the upward Way<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd drags with him its clinging inconscient Force.<\/p>\n

Of God unconscious thou art the dark head,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf his Ignorance thou art the impenitent sign,<\/p>\n

Of its vast tenebrous womb the natural child,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn his immortality the sinister bar.<\/p>\n

All contraries are aspects of God’s face.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Many are the innumerable One,<\/p>\n

The One carries the multitude in his breast;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe is the Impersonal, inscrutable, sole,<\/p>\n

He is the one infinite Person seeing his world;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Silence bears the Eternal’s great dumb seal,<\/p>\n

His light inspires the eternal Word;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe is the Immobile’s deep and deathless hush,<\/p>\n

Its white and signless blank negating calm,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet stands the creator Self, the almighty Lord<\/p>\n

And watches his will done by the forms of Gods<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the desire that goads half-conscious man<\/p>\n

And the reluctant and unseeing Night.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese wide divine extremes, these inverse powers<\/p>\n

Are the right and left side of the body of God;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tExistence balanced twixt two mighty arms<\/p>\n

Confronts the mind with unsolved abysms of Thought.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDarkness below, a fathomless Light above,<\/p>\n

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In Light are joined, but sundered by severing Mind<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStand face to face, opposite, inseparable,<\/p>\n

Two contraries needed for his great World-task,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTwo poles whose currents wake the immense World-Force.<\/p>\n

In the stupendous secrecy of his Self,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbove the world brooding with equal wings,<\/p>\n

He is both in one, beginningless, without end:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTranscending both, he enters the Absolute.<\/p>\n

His being is a mystery beyond mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis ways bewilder mortal ignorance;<\/p>\n

The finite in its little sections parked,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAmazed, credits not God’s audacity<\/p>\n

Who dares to be the unimagined All<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd see and act as might one Infinite.<\/p>\n

Against human reason this is his offence,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeing known to be for ever unknowable,<\/p>\n

To be all and yet transcend the mystic whole,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbsolute, to lodge in a relative world of Time,<\/p>\n

Eternal and all-knowing, to suffer birth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOmnipotent, to sport with Chance and Fate,<\/p>\n

Spirit, yet to be Matter and the Void,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIllimitable, beyond form or name,<\/p>\n

To dwell within a body, one and supreme<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo be animal and human and divine:<\/p>\n

A still deep sea, he laughs in rolling waves;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUniversal, he is all, \u2014 transcendent, none.<\/p>\n

To man’s righteousness this is his cosmic crime,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlmighty beyond good and evil to dwell<\/p>\n

Leaving the good to their fate in a wicked world<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd evil to reign in this enormous scene.<\/p>\n

All opposition seems and strife and chance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn aimless labour with but scanty sense,<\/p>\n

To eyes that see a part and miss the whole;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe surface men scan, the depths refuse their search:<\/p>\n

A hybrid mystery challenges the view,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr a discouraging sordid miracle.<\/p>\n

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Yet in the exact Inconscient’s stark conceit,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the casual error of the world’s ignorance<\/p>\n

A plan, a hidden Intelligence is glimpsed.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere is a purpose in each stumble and fall;<\/p>\n

Nature’s most careless lolling is a pose<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPreparing some forward step, some deep result.<\/p>\n

Ingenious notes plugged into a motived score,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese million discords dot the harmonious theme<\/p>\n

Of the evolution’s huge orchestral dance.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Truth supreme has forced the world to be;<\/p>\n

It has wrapped itself in Matter as in a shroud,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA shroud of Death, a shroud of Ignorance.<\/p>\n

It compelled the suns to burn through silent Space,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFlame-signs of its uncomprehended Thought<\/p>\n

In a wide brooding ether’s formless muse:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt made of Knowledge a veiled and struggling light,<\/p>\n

Of Being a substance nescient, dense and dumb,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf Bliss the beauty of an insentient world.<\/p>\n

In finite things the conscious Infinite dwells:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInvolved it sleeps in Matter’s helpless trance,<\/p>\n

It rules the world from its sleeping senseless Void;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDreaming it throws out mind and heart and soul<\/p>\n

To labour crippled, bound, on the hard earth;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA broken whole it works through scattered points;<\/p>\n

Its gleaming shards are Wisdom’s diamond thoughts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts shadowy reflex our ignorance.<\/p>\n

It starts from the mute mass in countless jets,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt fashions a being out of brain and nerve,<\/p>\n

A sentient creature from its pleasures and pangs.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA pack of feelings obscure, a dot of sense<\/p>\n

Survives awhile answering the shocks of life,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen, crushed or its force spent, leaves the dead form,<\/p>\n

Leaves the huge universe in which it lived<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn insignificant unconsidered guest.<\/p>\n

But the soul grows concealed within its house;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt gives to the body its strength and magnificence;<\/p>\n

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It follows aims in an ignorant aimless world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt lends significance to earth’s meaningless life.<\/p>\n

A demigod animal, came thinking man;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe wallows in mud, yet heavenward soars in thought;<\/p>\n

He plays and ponders, laughs and weeps and dreams,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSatisfies his little longings like the beast;<\/p>\n

He pores upon life’s book with student eyes.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of this tangle of intellect and sense,<\/p>\n

Out of the narrow scope of finite thought<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt last he wakes into spiritual mind;<\/p>\n

A high liberty begins and luminous room:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe glimpses eternity, touches the infinite,<\/p>\n

He meets the gods in great and sudden hours,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe feels the universe as his larger self,<\/p>\n

Makes Space and Time his opportunity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo join the heights and depths of being in light,<\/p>\n

In the heart’s cave speaks secretly with God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut these are touches and high moments lived;<\/p>\n

Fragments of Truth supreme have lit his soul,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReflections of the sun in waters still.<\/p>\n

A few have dared the last supreme ascent<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd break through borders of blinding light above,<\/p>\n

And feel a breath around of mightier air,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReceive a vaster being’s messages<\/p>\n

And bathe in its immense intuitive Ray.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn summit Mind are radiant altitudes<\/p>\n

Exposed to the lustre of Infinity,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOutskirts and dependencies of the house of Truth,<\/p>\n

Upraised estates of Mind and measureless.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere man can visit but there he cannot live.<\/p>\n

A cosmic Thought spreads out its vastitudes;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts smallest parts are here philosophies<\/p>\n

Challenging with their detailed immensity,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach figuring an omniscient scheme of things.<\/p>\n

But higher still can climb the ascending light;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere are vasts of vision and eternal suns,<\/p>\n

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Oceans of an immortal luminousness,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFlame-hills assaulting heaven with their peaks,<\/p>\n

There dwelling all becomes a blaze of sight;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA burning head of vision leads the mind,<\/p>\n

Thought trails behind it its long comet tail;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe heart glows, an illuminate and seer,<\/p>\n

And sense is kindled into identity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA highest flight climbs to a deepest view:<\/p>\n

In a wide opening of its native sky<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIntuition’s lightnings range in a bright pack<\/p>\n

Hunting all hidden truths out of their lairs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts fiery edge of seeing absolute<\/p>\n

Cleaves into locked unknown retreats of self,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRummages the sky-recesses of the brain,<\/p>\n

Lights up the occult chambers of the heart;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts spear-point ictus of discovery<\/p>\n

Pressed on the cover of name, the screen of form,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStrips bare the secret soul of all that is.<\/p>\n

Thought there has revelation’s sun-bright eyes;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Word, a mighty and inspiring Voice,<\/p>\n

Enters Truth’s inmost cabin of privacy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd tears away the veil from God and life.<\/p>\n

Then stretches the boundless finite’s last expanse,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe cosmic empire of the Overmind,<\/p>\n

Time’s buffer state bordering Eternity,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tToo vast for the experience of man’s soul:<\/p>\n

All here gathers beneath one golden sky:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Powers that build the cosmos station take<\/p>\n

In its house of infinite possibility;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach god from there builds his own nature’s world;<\/p>\n

Ideas are phalanxed like a group of suns,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach marshalling his company of rays.<\/p>\n

Thought crowds in masses seized by one regard;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll Time is one body, Space a single look:<\/p>\n

There is the Godhead’s universal gaze<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd there the boundaries of immortal Mind:<\/p>\n

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The line that parts and joins the hemispheres<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCloses in on the labour of the Gods<\/p>\n

Fencing eternity from the toil of Time.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn her glorious kingdom of eternal light<\/p>\n

All-ruler, ruled by none, the Truth supreme,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOmnipotent, omniscient and alone,<\/p>\n

In a golden country keeps her measureless house;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn its corridor she hears the tread that comes<\/p>\n

Out of the Unmanifest never to return<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill the Unknown is known and seen by men.<\/p>\n

Above the stretch and blaze of cosmic Sight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbove the silence of the wordless Thought,<\/p>\n

Formless creator of immortal forms,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNameless, investitured with the name divine,<\/p>\n

Transcending Time’s hours, transcending Timelessness,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Mighty Mother sits in lucent calm<\/p>\n

And holds the eternal Child upon her knees<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAttending the day when he shall speak to Fate.<\/p>\n

There is the image of our future’s hope;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere is the sun for which all darkness waits,<\/p>\n

There is the imperishable harmony;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe world’s contradictions climb to her and are one:<\/p>\n

There is the Truth of which the world’s truths are shreds,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Light of which the world’s ignorance is the shade<\/p>\n

Till Truth draws back the shade that it has cast,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Love our hearts call down to heal all strife,<\/p>\n

The Bliss for which the world’s derelict sorrows yearn:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThence comes the glory sometimes seen on earth,<\/p>\n

The visits of Godhead to the human soul,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Beauty and the dream on Nature’s face.<\/p>\n

There the perfection born from eternity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCalls to it the perfection born in Time,<\/p>\n

The truth of God surprising human life,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe image of God overtaking finite shapes.<\/p>\n

There in a world of everlasting Light,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the realms of the immortal Supermind<\/p>\n

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Truth who hides here her head in mystery,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer riddle deemed by reason impossible<\/p>\n

In the stark structure of material form,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnenigmaed lives, unmasked her face and there<\/p>\n

Is Nature and the common law of things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere in a body made of spirit stuff,<\/p>\n

The hearth-stone of the everliving Fire,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAction translates the movements of the soul,<\/p>\n

Thought steps infallible and absolute<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd life is a continual worship’s rite,<\/p>\n

A sacrifice of rapture to the One.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA cosmic vision, a spiritual sense<\/p>\n

Feels all the Infinite lodged in finite form<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd seen through a quivering ecstasy of light<\/p>\n

Discovers the bright face of the Bodiless,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the truth of a moment, in the moment’s soul<\/p>\n

Can sip the honey-wine of Eternity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Spirit who is no one and innumerable,<\/p>\n

The one mystic infinite Person of his world<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMultiplies his myriad personality,<\/p>\n

On all his bodies seals his divinity’s stamp<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd sits in each immortal and unique.<\/p>\n

The Immobile stands behind each daily act,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA background of the movement and the scene,<\/p>\n

Upholding creation on its might and calm<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd change on the Immutable’s deathless poise.<\/p>\n

The Timeless looks out from the travelling hours;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Ineffable puts on a robe of speech<\/p>\n

Where all its words are woven like magic threads<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMoving with beauty, inspiring with their gleam,<\/p>\n

And every thought takes up its destined place<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRecorded in the memory of the world.<\/p>\n

The Truth supreme, vast and impersonal<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFits faultlessly the hour and circumstance,<\/p>\n

Its substance a pure gold ever the same<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut shaped into vessels for the spirit’s use,<\/p>\n

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Its gold becomes the wine jar and the vase.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll there is a supreme epiphany:<\/p>\n

The All-Wonderful makes a marvel of each event,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe All-Beautiful is a miracle in each shape;<\/p>\n

The All-Blissful smites with rapture the heart’s throbs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA pure celestial joy is the use of sense.<\/p>\n

Each being there is a member of the Self,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA portion of the million-thoughted All,<\/p>\n

A claimant to the timeless Unity,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe many’s sweetness, the joy of difference<\/p>\n

Edged with the intimacy of the One.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“But who can show to thee Truth’s glorious face?<\/p>\n

Our human words can only shadow her.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo thought she is an unthinkable rapture of light,<\/p>\n

To speech a marvel inexpressible.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO Death, if thou couldst touch the Truth supreme<\/p>\n

Thou wouldst grow suddenly wise and cease to be.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf our souls could see and love and clasp God’s Truth,<\/p>\n

Its infinite radiance would seize our hearts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur being in God’s image be remade<\/p>\n

And earthly life become the life divine.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen Death the last time answered Savitri:<\/p>\n

“If Truth supreme transcends her shadow here<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSevered by Knowledge and the climbing vasts,<\/p>\n

What bridge can cross the gulf that she has left<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBetween her and the dream-world she has made?<\/p>\n

Or who could hope to bring her down to men<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd persuade to tread the harsh globe with wounded feet<\/p>\n

Leaving her unapproachable glory and bliss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWasting her splendour on pale earthly air?<\/p>\n

Is thine that strength, O beauty of mortal limbs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO soul who flutterest to escape my net?<\/p>\n

Who then art thou hiding in human guise?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThy voice carries the sound of infinity,<\/p>\n

Knowledge is with thee, Truth speaks through thy words;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe light of things beyond shines in thy eyes.<\/p>\n

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But where is thy strength to conquer Time and Death?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHast thou God’s force to build heaven’s values here?<\/p>\n

For truth and knowledge are an idle gleam<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf Knowledge brings not power to change the world,<\/p>\n

If Might comes not to give to Truth her right.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA blind Force, not Truth has made this ignorant world,<\/p>\n

A blind Force, not Truth orders the lives of men:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBy Power, not Light, the great Gods rule the world;<\/p>\n

Power is the arm of God, the seal of Fate.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO human claimant to immortality,<\/p>\n

Reveal thy power, lay bare thy spirit’s force,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen will I give back to thee Satyavan.<\/p>\n

Or if the Mighty Mother is with thee,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShow me her face that I may worship her;<\/p>\n

Let deathless eyes look into the eyes of Death,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn imperishable Force touching brute things<\/p>\n

Transform earth’s death into immortal life.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen can thy dead return to thee and live.<\/p>\n

The prostrate earth perhaps shall lift her gaze<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd feel near her the secret body of God<\/p>\n

And love and joy overtake fleeing Time.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Savitri looked on Death and answered not.<\/p>\n

Almost it seemed as if in his symbol shape<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe world’s darkness had consented to Heaven-light<\/p>\n

And God needed no more the Inconscient’s screen.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mighty transformation came on her.<\/p>\n

A halo of the indwelling Deity,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Immortal’s lustre that had lit her face<\/p>\n

And tented its radiance in her body’s house,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOverflowing made the air a luminous sea.<\/p>\n

In a flaming moment of apocalypse<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Incarnation thrust aside its veil.<\/p>\n

A little figure in infinity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet stood and seemed the Eternal’s very house,<\/p>\n

As if the world’s centre was her very soul<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tAnd all wide space was but its outer robe.<\/p>\n

A curve of the calm hauteur of far heaven<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDescending into earth’s humility,<\/p>\n

Her forehead’s span vaulted the Omniscient’s gaze,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer eyes were two stars that watched the universe.<\/p>\n

The Power that from her being’s summit reigned,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Presence chambered in lotus secrecy,<\/p>\n

Came down and held the centre in her brow<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhere the mind’s Lord in his control-room sits;<\/p>\n

There throned on concentration’s native seat<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe opens that third mysterious eye in man,<\/p>\n

The Unseen’s eye that looks at the unseen,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen Light with a golden ecstasy fills his brain<\/p>\n

And the Eternal’s wisdom drives his choice<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd eternal Will seizes the mortal’s will.<\/p>\n

It stirred in the lotus of her throat of song,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd in her speech throbbed the immortal Word,<\/p>\n

Her life sounded with the steps of the world-soul<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMoving in harmony with the cosmic Thought.<\/p>\n

As glides God’s sun into the mystic cave<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhere hides his light from the pursuing gods,<\/p>\n

It glided into the lotus of her heart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd woke in it the Force that alters Fate.<\/p>\n

It poured into her navel’s lotus depth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLodged in the little life-nature’s narrow home,<\/p>\n

On the body’s longings grew heaven-rapture’s flower<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd made desire a pure celestial flame,<\/p>\n

Broke into the cave where coiled World-Energy sleeps<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd smote the thousand-hooded serpent Force<\/p>\n

That blazing towered and clasped the World-Self above,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tJoined Matter’s dumbness to the Spirit’s hush<\/p>\n

And filled earth’s acts with the Spirit’s silent power.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus changed she waited for the Word to speak.<\/p>\n

Eternity looked into the eyes of Death<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Darkness saw God’s living Reality.<\/p>\n

Then a Voice was heard that seemed the stillness’ self<\/p>\n

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Or the low calm utterance of infinity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen it speaks to the silence in the heart of sleep.<\/p>\n

“I hail thee, almighty and victorious Death,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou grandiose Darkness of the Infinite.<\/p>\n

O Void that makest room for all to be,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHunger that gnawest at the universe<\/p>\n

Consuming the cold remnants of the suns<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd eatst the whole world with thy jaws of fire,<\/p>\n

Waster of the energy that has made the stars,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInconscience, carrier of the seeds of thought,<\/p>\n

Nescience in which All-Knowledge sleeps entombed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd slowly emerges in its hollow breast<\/p>\n

Wearing the mind’s mask of bright Ignorance.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou art my shadow and my instrument.<\/p>\n

I have given thee thy awful shape of dread<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd thy sharp sword of terror and grief and pain<\/p>\n

To force the soul of man to struggle for light<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn the brevity of his half-conscious days.<\/p>\n

Thou art his spur to greatness in his works,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe whip to his yearning for eternal bliss,<\/p>\n

His poignant need of immortality.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLive, Death, awhile, be still my instrument.<\/p>\n

One day man too shall know thy fathomless heart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf silence and the brooding peace of Night<\/p>\n

And grave obedience to eternal Law<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the calm inflexible pity in thy gaze.<\/p>\n

But now, O timeless Mightiness, stand aside<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd leave the path of my incarnate Force.<\/p>\n

Relieve the radiant God from thy black mask:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRelease the soul of the world called Satyavan<\/p>\n

Freed from thy clutch of pain and ignorance<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat he may stand master of life and fate,<\/p>\n

Man’s representative in the house of God,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe mate of Wisdom and the spouse of Light,<\/p>\n

The eternal bridegroom of the eternal bride.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe spoke; Death unconvinced resisted still,<\/p>\n

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Although he knew refusing still to know,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlthough he saw refusing still to see.<\/p>\n

Unshakable he stood claiming his right.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis spirit bowed; his will obeyed the law<\/p>\n

Of its own nature binding even on Gods.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Two opposed each other face to face.<\/p>\n

His being like a huge fort of darkness towered;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAround it her light grew, an ocean’s siege.<\/p>\n

Awhile the Shade survived defying heaven:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAssailing in front, oppressing from above,<\/p>\n

A concrete mass of conscious power, he bore<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe tyranny of her divine desire.<\/p>\n

A pressure of intolerable force<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWeighed on his unbowed head and stubborn breast;<\/p>\n

Light like a burning tongue licked up his thoughts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLight was a luminous torture in his heart,<\/p>\n

Light coursed, a splendid agony, through his nerves;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis darkness muttered perishing in her blaze.<\/p>\n

Her mastering Word commanded every limb<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd left no room for his enormous will<\/p>\n

That seemed pushed out into some helpless space<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd could no more re-enter but left him void.<\/p>\n

He called to Night but she fell shuddering back,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe called to Hell but sullenly it retired:<\/p>\n

He turned to the Inconscient for support,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFrom which he was born, his vast sustaining self;<\/p>\n

It drew him back towards boundless vacancy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if by himself to swallow up himself:<\/p>\n

He called to his strength, but it refused his call.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis body was eaten by light, his spirit devoured.<\/p>\n

At last he knew defeat inevitable<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd left crumbling the shape that he had worn,<\/p>\n

Abandoning hope to make man’s soul his prey<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd force to be mortal the immortal spirit.<\/p>\n

Afar he fled shunning her dreaded touch<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd refuge took in the retreating Night.<\/p>\n

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In the dream twilight of that symbol world<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe dire universal Shadow disappeared<\/p>\n

Vanishing into the Void from which it came.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if deprived of its original cause,<\/p>\n

The twilight realm passed fading from their souls,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Satyavan and Savitri were alone.<\/p>\n

But neither stirred: between those figures rose<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mute invisible and translucent wall.<\/p>\n

In the long blank moment’s pause nothing could move:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll waited on the unknown inscrutable Will.<\/p>\n

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