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\n\t\t\tBOOK SEVEN<\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Book of Yoga<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tCanto One <\/font><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Joy of Union; the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge<\/font><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tof Death and the Heart’s Grief and Pain<\/font><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

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F<\/font>ATE<\/b> followed her foreseen immutable road.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMan’s hopes and longings build the journeying wheels<\/p>\n

That bear the body of his destiny<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd lead his blind will towards an unknown goal.<\/p>\n

His fate within him shapes his acts and rules;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts face and form already are born in him,<\/p>\n

Its parentage is in his secret soul:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere Matter seems to mould the body’s life<\/p>\n

And the soul follows where its nature drives.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNature and Fate compel his free-will’s choice.<\/p>\n

But greater spirits this balance can reverse<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd make the soul the artist of its fate.<\/p>\n

This is the mystic truth our ignorance hides:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDoom is a passage for our inborn force,<\/p>\n

Our ordeal is the hidden spirit’s choice,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnanke is our being’s own decree.<\/p>\n

All was fulfilled the heart of Savitri<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFlower-sweet and adamant, passionate and calm,<\/p>\n

Had chosen and on her strength’s unbending road<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tForced to its issue the long cosmic curve.<\/p>\n

Once more she sat behind loud hastening hooves;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA speed of armoured squadrons and a voice<\/p>\n

Far-heard of chariots bore her from her home.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA couchant earth wakened in its dumb muse<\/p>\n

Looked up at her from a vast indolence:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHills wallowing in a bright haze, large lands<\/p>\n

That lolled at ease beneath the summer heavens,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRegion on region spacious in the sun,<\/p>\n

Cities like chrysolites in the wide blaze<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd yellow rivers pacing lion-maned<\/p>\n

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Led to the Shalwa marches’ emerald line,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA happy front to iron vastnesses<\/p>\n

And austere peaks and titan solitudes.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnce more was near the fair and fated place,<\/p>\n

The borders gleaming with the groves’ delight<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhere first she met the face of Satyavan<\/p>\n

And he saw like one waking into a dream<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSome timeless beauty and reality,<\/p>\n

The moon-gold sweetness of heaven’s earth-born child.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe past receded and the future neared:<\/p>\n

Far now behind lay Madra’s spacious halls,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe white carved pillars, the cool dim alcoves,<\/p>\n

The tinged mosaic of the crystal floors,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe towered pavilions, the wind-rippled pools<\/p>\n

And gardens humming with the murmur of bees,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tForgotten soon or a pale memory<\/p>\n

The fountain’s plash in the white stone-bound pool,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe thoughtful noontide’s brooding solemn trance,<\/p>\n

The colonnade’s dream grey in the quiet eve,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe slow moonrise gliding in front of Night.<\/p>\n

Left far behind were now the faces known,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe happy silken babble on laughter’s lips<\/p>\n

And the close-clinging clasp of intimate hands<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd adoration’s light in cherished eyes<\/p>\n

Offered to the one sovereign of their life.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNature’s primaeval loneliness was here:<\/p>\n

Here only was the voice of bird and beast, \u2014<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe ascetic’s exile in the dim-souled huge<\/p>\n

Inhuman forest far from cheerful sound<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf man’s blithe converse and his crowded days.<\/p>\n

In a broad eve with one red eye of cloud,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrough a narrow opening, a green flowered cleft,<\/p>\n

Out of the stare of sky and soil they came<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto a mighty home of emerald dusk.<\/p>\n

There onward led by a faint brooding path<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhich toiled through the shadow of enormous trunks<\/p>\n

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And under arches misers of sunshine,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey saw low thatched roofs of a hermitage<\/p>\n

Huddled beneath a patch of azure hue<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a sunlit clearing that seemed the outbreak<\/p>\n

Of a glad smile in the forest’s monstrous heart,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA rude refuge of the thought and will of man<\/p>\n

Watched by the crowding giants of the wood.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArrived in that rough-hewn homestead they gave,<\/p>\n

Questioning no more the strangeness of her fate,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTheir pride and loved one to the great blind king,<\/p>\n

A regal pillar of fallen mightiness<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the stately care-worn woman once a queen<\/p>\n

Who now hoped nothing for herself from life,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut all things only hoped for her one child,<\/p>\n

Calling on that single head from partial Fate<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll joy of earth, all heaven’s beatitude.<\/p>\n

Adoring wisdom and beauty like a young god’s,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe saw him loved by heaven as by herself,<\/p>\n

She rejoiced in his brightness and believed in his fate<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd knew not of the evil drawing near.<\/p>\n

Lingering some days upon the forest verge<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike men who lengthen out departure’s pain,<\/p>\n

Unwilling to separate sorrowful clinging hands,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnwilling to see for the last time a face,<\/p>\n

Heavy with the sorrow of a coming day<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd wondering at the carelessness of Fate<\/p>\n

Who breaks with idle hands her supreme works,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey parted from her with pain-fraught burdened hearts<\/p>\n

As forced by inescapable fate we part<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFrom one whom we shall never see again;<\/p>\n

Driven by the singularity of her fate,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHelpless against the choice of Savitri’s heart<\/p>\n

They left her to her rapture and her doom<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the tremendous forest’s savage charge.<\/p>\n

All put behind her that was once her life,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll welcomed that henceforth was his and hers,<\/p>\n

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She abode with Satyavan in the wild woods:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPriceless she deemed her joy so close to death;<\/p>\n

Apart with love she lived for love alone.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if self-poised above the march of days,<\/p>\n

Her immobile spirit watched the haste of Time,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA statue of passion and invincible force,<\/p>\n

An absolutism of sweet imperious will,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA tranquillity and a violence of the gods<\/p>\n

Indomitable and immutable.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt first to her beneath the sapphire heavens<\/p>\n

The sylvan solitude was a gorgeous dream,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn altar of the summer’s splendour and fire,<\/p>\n

A sky-topped flower-hung palace of the gods<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd all its scenes a smile on rapture’s lips<\/p>\n

And all its voices bards of happiness.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere was a chanting in the casual wind,<\/p>\n

There was a glory in the least sunbeam;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNight was a chrysoprase on velvet cloth,<\/p>\n

A nestling darkness or a moonlit deep;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDay was a purple pageant and a hymn,<\/p>\n

A wave of the laughter of light from morn to eve.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis absence was a dream of memory,<\/p>\n

His presence was the empire of a god.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA fusing of the joys of earth and heaven,<\/p>\n

A tremulous blaze of nuptial rapture passed,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA rushing of two spirits to be one,<\/p>\n

A burning of two bodies in one flame.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOpened were gates of unforgettable bliss:<\/p>\n

Two lives were locked within an earthly heaven<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd fate and grief fled from that fiery hour.<\/p>\n

But soon now failed the summer’s ardent breath<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd throngs of blue-black clouds crept through the sky<\/p>\n

And rain fled sobbing over the dripping leaves<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd storm became the forest’s titan voice.<\/p>\n

Then listening to the thunder’s fatal crash<\/p>\n

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And the fugitive pattering footsteps of the showers<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the long unsatisfied panting of the wind<\/p>\n

And sorrow muttering in the sound-vexed night,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe grief of all the world came near to her.<\/p>\n

Night’s darkness seemed her future’s ominous face.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe shadow of her lover’s doom arose<\/p>\n

And fear laid hands upon her mortal heart.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe moments swift and ruthless raced; alarmed<\/p>\n

Her thoughts, her mind remembered Narad’s date.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA trembling moved accountant of her riches,<\/p>\n

She reckoned the insufficient days between:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA dire expectancy knocked at her breast;<\/p>\n

Dreadful to her were the footsteps of the hours:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGrief came, a passionate stranger to her gate:<\/p>\n

Banished when in his arms, out of her sleep<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt rose at morn to look into her face.<\/p>\n

Vainly she fled into abysms of bliss<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFrom her pursuing foresight of the end.<\/p>\n

The more she plunged into love that anguish grew;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer deepest grief from sweetest gulfs arose.<\/p>\n

Remembrance was a poignant pang, she felt<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach day a golden leaf torn cruelly out<\/p>\n

From her too slender book of love and joy.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus swaying in strong gusts of happiness<\/p>\n

And swimming in foreboding’s sombre waves<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd feeding sorrow and terror with her heart, \u2014<\/p>\n

For now they sat among her bosom’s guests<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr in her inner chamber paced apart, \u2014<\/p>\n

Her eyes stared blind into the future’s night.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of her separate self she looked and saw,<\/p>\n

Moving amid the unconscious faces loved,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn mind a stranger though in heart so near,<\/p>\n

The ignorant smiling world go happily by<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUpon its way towards an unknown doom<\/p>\n

And wondered at the careless lives of men.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if in different worlds they walked, though close,<\/p>\n

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They confident of the returning sun,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey wrapped in little hourly hopes and tasks, \u2014<\/p>\n

She in her dreadful knowledge was alone.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe rich and happy secrecy that once<\/p>\n

Enshrined her as if in a silver bower<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tApart in a bright nest of thoughts and dreams<\/p>\n

Made room for tragic hours of solitude<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd lonely grief that none could share or know,<\/p>\n

A body seeing the end too soon of joy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the fragile happiness of its mortal love.<\/p>\n

Her quiet visage still and sweet and calm,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer graceful daily acts were now a mask;<\/p>\n

In vain she looked upon her depths to find<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA ground of stillness and the spirit’s peace.<\/p>\n

Still veiled from her was the silent Being within<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho sees life’s drama pass with unmoved eyes,<\/p>\n

Supports the sorrow of the mind and heart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd bears in human breasts the world and fate.<\/p>\n

A glimpse or flashes came, the Presence was hid.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly her violent heart and passionate will<\/p>\n

Were pushed in front to meet the immutable doom;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDefenceless, nude, bound to her human lot<\/p>\n

They had no means to act, no way to save.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese she controlled, nothing was shown outside:<\/p>\n

She was still to them the child they knew and loved;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe sorrowing woman they saw not within.<\/p>\n

No change was in her beautiful motions seen:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA worshipped empress all once vied to serve,<\/p>\n

She made herself the diligent serf of all,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor spared the labour of broom and jar and well,<\/p>\n

Or close gentle tending or to heap the fire<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf altar and kitchen, no slight task allowed<\/p>\n

To others that her woman’s strength might do.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn all her acts a strange divinity shone:<\/p>\n

Into a simplest movement she could bring<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA oneness with earth’s glowing robe of light,<\/p>\n

A lifting up of common acts by love.<\/p>\n

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All-love was hers and its one heavenly cord<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBound all to all with her as golden tie.<\/p>\n

But when her grief to the surface pressed too close,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese things, once gracious adjuncts of her joy,<\/p>\n

Seemed meaningless to her, a gleaming shell,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr were a round mechanical and void,<\/p>\n

Her body’s actions shared not by her will.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlways behind this strange divided life<\/p>\n

Her spirit like a sea of living fire<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPossessed her lover and to his body clung,<\/p>\n

One locked embrace to guard its threatened mate.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt night she woke through the slow silent hours<\/p>\n

Brooding on the treasure of his bosom and face,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHung o’er the sleep-bound beauty of his brow<\/p>\n

Or laid her burning cheek upon his feet.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWaking at morn her lips endlessly clung to his,<\/p>\n

Unwilling ever to separate again<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr lose that honeyed drain of lingering joy,<\/p>\n

Unwilling to loose his body from her breast,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe warm inadequate signs that love must use.<\/p>\n

Intolerant of the poverty of Time<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer passion catching at the fugitive hours<\/p>\n

Willed the expense of centuries in one day<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf prodigal love and the surf of ecstasy;<\/p>\n

Or else she strove even in mortal time<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo build a little room for timelessness<\/p>\n

By the deep union of two human lives,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer soul secluded shut into his soul.<\/p>\n

After all was given she demanded still;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven by his strong embrace unsatisfied,<\/p>\n

She longed to cry, “O tender Satyavan,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO lover of my soul, give more, give more<\/p>\n

Of love while yet thou canst, to her thou lov’st.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImprint thyself for every nerve to keep<\/p>\n

That thrills to thee the message of my heart.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor soon we part and who shall know how long<\/p>\n

Before the great wheel in its monstrous round<\/p>\n

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Restore us to each other and our love?”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tToo well she loved to speak a fateful word<\/p>\n

And lay her burden on his happy head;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe pressed the outsurging grief back into her breast<\/p>\n

To dwell within silent, unhelped, alone.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut Satyavan sometimes half understood,<\/p>\n

Or felt at least with the uncertain answer<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf our thought-blinded hearts the unuttered need,<\/p>\n

The unplumbed abyss of her deep passionate want.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll of his speeding days that he could spare<\/p>\n

From labour in the forest hewing wood<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd hunting food in the wild sylvan glades<\/p>\n

And service to his father’s sightless life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe gave to her and helped to increase the hours<\/p>\n

By the nearness of his presence and his clasp,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd lavish softness of heart-seeking words<\/p>\n

And the close beating felt of heart on heart.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll was too little for her bottomless need.<\/p>\n

If in his presence she forgot awhile,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGrief filled his absence with its aching touch;<\/p>\n

She saw the desert of her coming days<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImaged in every solitary hour.<\/p>\n

Although with a vain imaginary bliss<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf fiery union through death’s door of escape<\/p>\n

She dreamed of her body robed in funeral flame,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe knew she must not clutch that happiness<\/p>\n

To die with him and follow, seizing his robe<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAcross our other countries, travellers glad<\/p>\n

Into the sweet or terrible Beyond.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor those sad parents still would need her here<\/p>\n

To help the empty remnant of their day.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOften it seemed to her the ages’ pain<\/p>\n

Had pressed their quintessence into her single woe,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tConcentrating in her a tortured world.<\/p>\n

Thus in the silent chamber of her soul<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCloistering her love to live with secret grief<\/p>\n

She dwelt like a dumb priest with hidden gods<\/p>\n

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Unappeased by the wordless offering of her days,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLifting to them her sorrow like frankincense,<\/p>\n

Her life the altar, herself the sacrifice.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet ever they grew into each other more<\/p>\n

Until it seemed no power could rend apart,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSince even the body’s walls could not divide.<\/p>\n

For when he wandered in the forest, oft<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer conscious spirit walked with him and knew<\/p>\n

His actions as if in herself he moved;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe, less aware, thrilled with her from afar.<\/p>\n

Always the stature of her passion grew;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGrief, fear became the food of mighty love.<\/p>\n

Increased by its torment it filled the whole world;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt was all her life, became her whole earth and heaven.<\/p>\n

Although life-born, an infant of the hours,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImmortal it walked unslayable as the gods:<\/p>\n

Her spirit stretched measureless in strength divine,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn anvil for the blows of Fate and Time:<\/p>\n

Or tired of sorrow’s passionate luxury,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGrief’s self became calm, dull-eyed, resolute,<\/p>\n

Awaiting some issue of its fiery struggle,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSome deed in which it might for ever cease,<\/p>\n

Victorious over itself and death and tears.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe year now paused upon the brink of change.<\/p>\n

No more the storms sailed with stupendous wings<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd thunder strode in wrath across the world,<\/p>\n

But still was heard a muttering in the sky<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd rain dripped wearily through the mournful air<\/p>\n

And grey slow-drifting clouds shut in the earth.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo her grief’s heavy sky shut in her heart.<\/p>\n

A still self hid behind but gave no light:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo voice came down from the forgotten heights;<\/p>\n

Only in the privacy of its brooding pain<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer human heart spoke to the body’s fate.<\/p>\n

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