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\nThe Debate of Love and Death<\/b><\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

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\n A<\/font> SAD<\/font><\/b> destroying cadence the voice sank;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt seemed to lead the advancing march of Life<\/p>\n

Into some still original Inane.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut Savitri answered to almighty Death:<\/p>\n

“O dark-browed sophist of the universe<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho veilst the Real with its own Idea,<\/p>\n

Hiding with brute objects Nature’s living face,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMasking eternity with thy dance of death,<\/p>\n

Thou hast woven the ignorant mind into a screen<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd made of Thought error’s purveyor and scribe,<\/p>\n

And a false witness of mind’s servant sense.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn aesthete of the sorrow of the world,<\/p>\n

Champion of a harsh and sad philosophy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou hast used words to shutter out the Light<\/p>\n

And called in Truth to vindicate a lie.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA lying reality is falsehood’s crown<\/p>\n

And a perverted truth her richest gem.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO Death, thou speakest truth but truth that slays,<\/p>\n

I answer to thee with the Truth that saves.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA traveller new-discovering himself,<\/p>\n

One made of Matter’s world his starting-point,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe made of Nothingness his living-room<\/p>\n

And Night a process of the eternal light<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd death a spur towards immortality.<\/p>\n

God wrapped his head from sight in Matter’s cowl,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis consciousness dived into inconscient depths,<\/p>\n

All-Knowledge seemed a huge dark Nescience;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInfinity wore a boundless zero’s form.<\/p>\n

His abysms of bliss became insensible deeps,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEternity a blank spiritual Vast.<\/p>\n

Annulling an original nullity<\/p>\n

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The Timeless took its ground in emptiness<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd drew the figure of a universe,<\/p>\n

That the spirit might adventure into Time<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd wrestle with adamant Necessity<\/p>\n

And the soul pursue a cosmic pilgrimage.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA spirit moved in black immensities<\/p>\n

And built a Thought in ancient Nothingness;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA soul was lit in God’s tremendous Void,<\/p>\n

A secret labouring glow of nascent fire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn Nihil’s gulf his mighty Puissance wrought;<\/p>\n

She swung her formless motion into shapes,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMade Matter the body of the Bodiless.<\/p>\n

Infant and dim the eternal Mights awoke.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn inert Matter breathed a slumbering Life,<\/p>\n

In a subconscient Life Mind lay asleep;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn waking Life it stretched its giant limbs<\/p>\n

To shake from it the torpor of its drowse;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA senseless substance quivered into sense,<\/p>\n

The world’s heart commenced to beat, its eyes to see,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the crowded dumb vibrations of a brain<\/p>\n

Thought fumbled in a ring to find itself,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDiscovered speech and fed the new-born Word<\/p>\n

That bridged with spans of light the world’s ignorance.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn waking Mind, the Thinker built his house.<\/p>\n

A reasoning animal willed and planned and sought;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe stood erect among his brute compeers,<\/p>\n

He built life new, measured the universe,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOpposed his fate and wrestled with unseen Powers,<\/p>\n

Conquered and used the laws that rule the world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd hoped to ride the heavens and reach the stars,<\/p>\n

A master of his huge environment.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNow through Mind’s windows stares the demigod<\/p>\n

Hidden behind the curtains of man’s soul:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe has seen the Unknown, looked on Truth’s veilless face;<\/p>\n

A ray has touched him from the eternal sun;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMotionless, voiceless in foreseeing depths,<\/p>\n

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He stands awake in Supernature’s light<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd sees a glory of arisen wings<\/p>\n

And sees the vast descending might of God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“O Death, thou lookst on an unfinished world<\/p>\n

Assailed by thee and of its road unsure,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPeopled by imperfect minds and ignorant lives,<\/p>\n

And sayest God is not and all is vain.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHow shall the child already be the man?<\/p>\n

Because he is infant, shall he never grow?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBecause he is ignorant, shall he never learn?<\/p>\n

In a small fragile seed a great tree lurks,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a tiny gene a thinking being is shut;<\/p>\n

A little element in a little sperm,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt grows and is a conqueror and a sage.<\/p>\n

Then wilt thou spew out, Death, God’s mystic truth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDeny the occult spiritual miracle?<\/p>\n

Still wilt thou say there is no spirit, no God?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mute material Nature wakes and sees;<\/p>\n

She has invented speech, unveiled a will.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSomething there waits beyond towards which she strives,<\/p>\n

Something surrounds her into which she grows:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo uncover the spirit, to change back into God,<\/p>\n

To exceed herself is her transcendent task.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn God concealed the world began to be,<\/p>\n

Tardily it travels towards manifest God:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur imperfection towards perfection toils,<\/p>\n

The body is the chrysalis of a soul:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe infinite holds the finite in its arms,<\/p>\n

Time travels towards revealed eternity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA miracle structure of the eternal Mage,<\/p>\n

Matter its mystery hides from its own eyes,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA scripture written out in cryptic signs,<\/p>\n

An occult document of the All-Wonderful’s art.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll here bears witness to his secret might,<\/p>\n

In all we feel his presence and his power.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA blaze of his sovereign glory is the sun,<\/p>\n

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A glory is the gold and glimmering moon,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA glory is his dream of purple sky.<\/p>\n

A march of his greatness are the wheeling stars.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis laughter of beauty breaks out in green trees,<\/p>\n

His moments of beauty triumph in a flower;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe blue sea’s chant, the rivulet’s wandering voice<\/p>\n

Are murmurs falling from the Eternal’s harp.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis world is God fulfilled in outwardness.<\/p>\n

His ways challenge our reason and our sense;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBy blind brute movements of an ignorant Force,<\/p>\n

By means we slight as small, obscure or base,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA greatness founded upon little things,<\/p>\n

He has built a world in the unknowing Void.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis forms he has massed from infinitesimal dust;<\/p>\n

His marvels are built from insignificant things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf mind is crippled, life untaught and crude,<\/p>\n

If brutal masks are there and evil acts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey are incidents of his vast and varied plot,<\/p>\n

His great and dangerous drama’s needed steps;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe makes with these and all his passion-play,<\/p>\n

A play and yet no play but the deep scheme<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf a transcendent Wisdom finding ways<\/p>\n

To meet her Lord in the shadow and the Night:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbove her is the vigil of the stars;<\/p>\n

Watched by a solitary Infinitude<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe embodies in dumb Matter the Divine,<\/p>\n

In symbol minds and lives the Absolute.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA miracle-monger her mechanical craft;<\/p>\n

Matter’s machine worked out the laws of thought,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife’s engines served the labour of a soul:<\/p>\n

The Mighty Mother her creation wrought,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA huge caprice self-bound by iron laws,<\/p>\n

And shut God into an enigmatic world:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe lulled the Omniscient into nescient sleep,<\/p>\n

Omnipotence on Inertia’s back she drove,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTrod perfectly with divine unconscious steps<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe enormous circle of her wonder-works.<\/p>\n

Immortality assured itself by death;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Eternal’s face was seen through drifts of Time.<\/p>\n

His knowledge he disguised as Ignorance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis Good he sowed in Evil’s monstrous bed,<\/p>\n

Made error a door by which Truth could enter in,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis plant of bliss watered with Sorrow’s tears.<\/p>\n

A thousand aspects point back to the One;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA dual Nature covered the Unique.<\/p>\n

In this meeting of the Eternal’s mingling masques,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis tangle-dance of passionate contraries<\/p>\n

Locking like lovers in a forbidden embrace<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe quarrel of their lost identity,<\/p>\n

Through this wrestle and wrangle of the extremes of Power<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth’s million roads struggled towards deity.<\/p>\n

All stumbled on behind a stumbling Guide,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet every stumble is a needed pace<\/p>\n

On unknown routes to an unknowable goal.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll blundered and straggled towards the One Divine.<\/p>\n

As if transmuted by a titan spell<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe eternal Powers assumed a dubious face:<\/p>\n

Idols of an oblique divinity,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey wore the heads of animal or troll,<\/p>\n

Assumed ears of the faun, the satyr’s hoof,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr harboured the demoniac in their gaze:<\/p>\n

A crooked maze they made of thinking mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey suffered a metamorphosis of the heart,<\/p>\n

Admitting bacchant revellers from the Night<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto its sanctuary of delights,<\/p>\n

As in a Dionysian masquerade.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn the highways, in the gardens of the world<\/p>\n

They wallowed oblivious of their divine parts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs drunkards of a dire Circean wine<\/p>\n

Or a child who sprawls and sports in Nature’s mire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven wisdom, hewer of the roads of God,<\/p>\n

Is a partner in the deep disastrous game:<\/p>\n

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Lost is the pilgrim’s wallet and the scrip,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe fails to read the map and watch the star.<\/p>\n

A poor self-righteous virtue is her stock<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd reason’s pragmatic grope or abstract sight,<\/p>\n

Or the technique of a brief hour’s success<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe teaches, an usher in utility’s school.<\/p>\n

On the ocean surface of vast Consciousness<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSmall thoughts in shoals are fished up into a net<\/p>\n

But the great truths escape her narrow cast;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGuarded from vision by creation’s depths,<\/p>\n

Obscure they swim in blind enormous gulfs<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSafe from the little sounding leads of mind,<\/p>\n

Too far for the puny diver’s shallow plunge.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur mortal vision peers with ignorant eyes;<\/p>\n

It has no gaze on the deep heart of things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur knowledge walks leaning on Error’s staff,<\/p>\n

A worshipper of false dogmas and false gods,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr fanatic of a fierce intolerant creed<\/p>\n

Or a seeker doubting every truth he finds,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA sceptic facing Light with adamant No<\/p>\n

Or chilling the heart with dry ironic smile,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA cynic stamping out the god in man;<\/p>\n

A darkness wallows in the paths of Time<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr lifts its giant head to blot the stars;<\/p>\n

It makes a cloud of the interpreting mind<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd intercepts the oracles of the Sun.<\/p>\n

Yet Light is there; it stands at Nature’s doors:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt holds a torch to lead the traveller in.<\/p>\n

It waits to be kindled in our secret cells;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt is a star lighting an ignorant sea,<\/p>\n

A lamp upon our poop piercing the night.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs knowledge grows Light flames up from within:<\/p>\n

It is a shining warrior in the mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn eagle of dreams in the divining heart,<\/p>\n

An armour in the fight, a bow of God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen larger dawns arrive and Wisdom’s pomps<\/p>\n

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Cross through the being’s dim half-lighted fields;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPhilosophy climbs up Thought’s cloud-bank peaks<\/p>\n

And Science tears out Nature’s occult powers,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEnormous djinns who serve a dwarf’s small needs,<\/p>\n

Exposes the sealed minutiae of her art<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd conquers her by her own captive force.<\/p>\n

On heights unreached by mind’s most daring soar,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUpon a dangerous edge of failing Time<\/p>\n

The soul draws back into its deathless Self;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMan’s knowledge becomes God’s supernal Ray.<\/p>\n

There is the mystic realm whence leaps the power<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhose fire burns in the eyes of seer and sage;<\/p>\n

A lightning flash of visionary sight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt plays upon an inward verge of mind:<\/p>\n

Thought silenced gazes into a brilliant Void.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA voice comes down from mystic unseen peaks:<\/p>\n

A cry of splendour from a mouth of storm,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt is the voice that speaks to night’s profound,<\/p>\n

It is the thunder and the flaming call.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbove the planes that climb from nescient earth,<\/p>\n

A hand is lifted towards the Invisible’s realm,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeyond the superconscient’s blinding line<\/p>\n

And plucks away the screens of the Unknown;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA spirit within looks into the Eternal’s eyes.<\/p>\n

It hears the Word to which our hearts were deaf,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt sees through the blaze in which our thoughts grew blind;<\/p>\n

It drinks from the naked breasts of glorious Truth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt learns the secrets of eternity.<\/p>\n

Thus all was plunged into the riddling Night,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus all is raised to meet a dazzling Sun.<\/p>\n

O Death, this is the mystery of thy reign.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn earth’s anomalous and magic field<\/p>\n

Carried in its aimless journey by the sun<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMid the forced marches of the great dumb stars,<\/p>\n

A darkness occupied the fields of God,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Matter’s world was governed by thy shape.<\/p>\n

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Thy mask has covered the Eternal’s face,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Bliss that made the world has fallen asleep.<\/p>\n

Abandoned in the Vast she slumbered on:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn evil transmutation overtook<\/p>\n

Her members till she knew herself no more.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly through her creative slumber flit<\/p>\n

Frail memories of the joy and beauty meant<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnder the sky’s blue laugh mid green-scarfed trees<\/p>\n

And happy squanderings of scents and hues,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the field of the golden promenade of the sun<\/p>\n

And the vigil of the dream-light of the stars,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAmid high meditating heads of hills,<\/p>\n

On the bosom of voluptuous rain-kissed earth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd by the sapphire tumblings of the sea.<\/p>\n

But now the primal innocence is lost<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Death and Ignorance govern the mortal world<\/p>\n

And Nature’s visage wears a greyer hue.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth still has kept her early charm and grace,<\/p>\n

The grandeur and the beauty still are hers,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut veiled is the divine Inhabitant.<\/p>\n

The souls of men have wandered from the Light<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the great Mother turns away her face.<\/p>\n

The eyes of the creatrix Bliss are closed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd sorrow’s touch has found her in her dreams.<\/p>\n

As she turns and tosses on her bed of Void,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBecause she cannot wake and find herself<\/p>\n

And cannot build again her perfect shape,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOblivious of her nature and her state,<\/p>\n

Forgetting her instinct of felicity,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tForgetting to create a world of joy,<\/p>\n

She weeps and makes her creatures’ eyes to weep;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTesting with sorrow’s edge her children’s breasts,<\/p>\n

She spends on life’s vain waste of hope and toil<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe poignant luxury of grief and tears.<\/p>\n

In the nightmare change of her half-conscious dream,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTortured herself and torturing by her touch,<\/p>\n

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She comes to our hearts and bodies and our lives<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWearing a hard and cruel mask of pain.<\/p>\n

Our nature twisted by the abortive birth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReturns wry answers to life’s questioning shocks,<\/p>\n

An acrid relish finds in the world’s pangs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDrinks the sharp wine of grief’s perversity.<\/p>\n

A curse is laid on the pure joy of life:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDelight, God’s sweetest sign and Beauty’s twin,<\/p>\n

Dreaded by aspiring saint and austere sage,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs shunned, a dangerous and ambiguous cheat,<\/p>\n

A specious trick of an infernal Power<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt tempts the soul to its self-hurt and fall.<\/p>\n

A puritan God made pleasure a poisonous fruit,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr red drug in the market-place of Death,<\/p>\n

And sin the child of Nature’s ecstasy.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet every creature hunts for happiness,<\/p>\n

Buys with harsh pangs or tears by violence<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFrom the dull breast of the inanimate globe<\/p>\n

Some fragment or some broken shard of bliss.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven joy itself becomes a poisonous draught;<\/p>\n

Its hunger is made a dreadful hook of Fate.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll means are held good to catch a single beam,<\/p>\n

Eternity sacrificed for a moment’s bliss:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet for joy and not for sorrow earth was made<\/p>\n

And not as a dream in endless suffering Time.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlthough God made the world for his delight,<\/p>\n

An ignorant Power took charge and seemed his Will<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Death’s deep falsity has mastered Life.<\/p>\n

All grew a play of Chance simulating Fate.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“A secret air of pure felicity<\/p>\n

Deep like a sapphire heaven our spirits breathe;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur hearts and bodies feel its obscure call,<\/p>\n

Our senses grope for it and touch and lose.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf this withdrew, the world would sink in the Void;<\/p>\n

If this were not, nothing could move or live.<\/p>\n

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A hidden Bliss is at the root of things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mute Delight regards Time’s countless works:<\/p>\n

To house God’s joy in things Space gave wide room,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo house God’s joy in self our souls were born.<\/p>\n

This universe an old enchantment guards;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts objects are carved cups of World-Delight<\/p>\n

Whose charmed wine is some deep soul’s rapture-drink:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe All-Wonderful has packed heaven with his dreams,<\/p>\n

He has made blank ancient Space his marvel-house;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe spilled his spirit into Matter’s signs:<\/p>\n

His fires of grandeur burn in the great sun,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe glides through heaven shimmering in the moon;<\/p>\n

He is beauty carolling in the fields of sound;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe chants the stanzas of the odes of Wind;<\/p>\n

He is silence watching in the stars at night;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe wakes at dawn and calls from every bough,<\/p>\n

Lies stunned in the stone and dreams in flower and tree.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven in this labour and dolour of Ignorance,<\/p>\n

On the hard perilous ground of difficult earth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn spite of death and evil circumstance<\/p>\n

A will to live persists, a joy to be.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere is a joy in all that meets the sense,<\/p>\n

A joy in all experience of the soul,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA joy in evil and a joy in good,<\/p>\n

A joy in virtue and a joy in sin:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIndifferent to the threat of Karmic law,<\/p>\n

Joy dares to grow upon forbidden soil,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts sap runs through the plant and flowers of Pain:<\/p>\n

It thrills with the drama of fate and tragic doom,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt tears its food from sorrow and ecstasy,<\/p>\n

On danger and difficulty whets its strength;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt wallows with the reptile and the worm<\/p>\n

And lifts its head, an equal of the stars;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt shares the faeries’ dance, dines with the gnome:<\/p>\n

It basks in the light and heat of many suns,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe sun of Beauty and the sun of Power<\/p>\n

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Flatter and foster it with golden beams;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt grows towards the Titan and the God.<\/p>\n

On earth it lingers drinking its deep fill,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrough the symbol of her pleasure and her pain,<\/p>\n

Of the grapes of Heaven and the flowers of the Abyss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf the flame-stabs and the torment-craft of Hell<\/p>\n

And dim fragments of the glory of Paradise.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the small paltry pleasures of man’s life,<\/p>\n

In his petty passions and joys it finds a taste,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA taste in tears and torture of broken hearts,<\/p>\n

In the crown of gold and in the crown of thorns,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn life’s nectar of sweetness and its bitter wine.<\/p>\n

All being it explores for unknown bliss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSounds all experience for things new and strange.<\/p>\n

Life brings into the earthly creature’s days<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA tongue of glory from a brighter sphere:<\/p>\n

It deepens in his musings and his Art,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt leaps at the splendour of some perfect word,<\/p>\n

It exults in his high resolves and noble deeds,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWanders in his errors, dares the abyss’s brink,<\/p>\n

It climbs in his climbings, wallows in his fall.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAngel and demon brides his chamber share,<\/p>\n

Possessors or competitors for life’s heart.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the enjoyer of the cosmic scene<\/p>\n

His greatness and his littleness equal are,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis magnanimity and meanness hues<\/p>\n

Cast on some neutral background of the gods:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Artist’s skill he admires who planned it all.<\/p>\n

But not for ever endures this danger game:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeyond the earth, but meant for delivered earth,<\/p>\n

Wisdom and joy prepare their perfect crown;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTruth superhuman calls to thinking man.<\/p>\n

At last the soul turns to eternal things,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn every shrine it cries for the clasp of God.<\/p>\n

Then is there played the crowning Mystery,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen is achieved the longed-for miracle.<\/p>\n

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Immortal Bliss her wide celestial eyes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOpens on the stars, she stirs her mighty limbs;<\/p>\n

Time thrills to the sapphics of her amour-song<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Space fills with a white beatitude.<\/p>\n

Then leaving to its grief the human heart,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbandoning speech and the name-determined realms,<\/p>\n

Through a gleaming far-seen sky of wordless thought,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrough naked thought-free heavens of absolute sight,<\/p>\n

She climbs to the summits where the unborn Idea<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRemembering the future that must be<\/p>\n

Looks down upon the works of labouring Force,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImmutable above the world it made.<\/p>\n

In the vast golden laughter of Truth’s sun<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike a great heaven-bird on a motionless sea<\/p>\n

Is poised her winged ardour of creative joy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn the still deep of the Eternal’s peace.<\/p>\n

This was the aim, this the supernal Law,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNature’s allotted task when beauty-drenched<\/p>\n

In dim mist-waters of inconscient sleep,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of the Void this grand creation rose, \u2014<\/p>\n

For this the Spirit came into the Abyss<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd charged with its power Matter’s unknowing force,<\/p>\n

In Night’s bare session to cathedral Light,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn Death’s realm repatriate immortality.<\/p>\n

A mystic slow transfiguration works.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll our earth starts from mud and ends in sky,<\/p>\n

And Love that was once an animal’s desire,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen a sweet madness in the rapturous heart,<\/p>\n

An ardent comradeship in the happy mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBecomes a wide spiritual yearning’s space.<\/p>\n

A lonely soul passions for the Alone,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe heart that loved man thrills to the love of God,<\/p>\n

A body is his chamber and his shrine.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen is our being rescued from separateness;<\/p>\n

All is itself, all is new-felt in God:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Lover leaning from his cloister’s door<\/p>\n

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Gathers the whole world into his single breast.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen shall the business fail of Night and Death:<\/p>\n

When unity is won, when strife is lost<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd all is known and all is clasped by Love<\/p>\n

Who would turn back to ignorance and pain?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“O Death, I have triumphed over thee within;<\/p>\n

I quiver no more with the assault of grief;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mighty calmness seated deep within<\/p>\n

Has occupied my body and my sense:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt takes the world’s grief and transmutes to strength,<\/p>\n

It makes the world’s joy one with the joy of God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy love eternal sits throned on God’s calm;<\/p>\n

For Love must soar beyond the very heavens<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd find its secret sense ineffable;<\/p>\n

It must change its human ways to ways divine,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet keep its sovereignty of earthly bliss.<\/p>\n

O Death, not for my heart’s sweet poignancy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor for my happy body’s bliss alone<\/p>\n

I have claimed from thee the living Satyavan,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut for his work and mine, our sacred charge.<\/p>\n

Our lives are God’s messengers beneath the stars;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo dwell under death’s shadow they have come<\/p>\n

Tempting God’s light to earth for the ignorant race,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis love to fill the hollow in men’s hearts,<\/p>\n

His bliss to heal the unhappiness of the world.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor I, the woman, am the force of God,<\/p>\n

He the Eternal’s delegate soul in man.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy will is greater than thy law, O Death;<\/p>\n

My love is stronger than the bonds of Fate:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur love is the heavenly seal of the Supreme.<\/p>\n

I guard that seal against thy rending hands.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLove must not cease to live upon the earth;<\/p>\n

For Love is the bright link twixt earth and heaven,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLove is the far Transcendent’s angel here;<\/p>\n

Love is man’s lien on the Absolute.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut to the woman Death the god replied,<\/p>\n

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With the ironic laughter of his voice<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDiscouraging the labour of the stars:<\/p>\n

“Even so men cheat the Truth with splendid thoughts.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus wilt thou hire the glorious charlatan, Mind,<\/p>\n

To weave from his Ideal’s gossamer air<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA fine raiment for thy body’s nude desires<\/p>\n

And thy heart’s clutching greedy passion clothe?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDaub not the web of life with magic hues:<\/p>\n

Make rather thy thought a plain and faithful glass<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReflecting Matter and mortality,<\/p>\n

And know thy soul a product of the flesh,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA made-up self in a constructed world.<\/p>\n

Thy words are large murmurs in a mystic dream.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor how in the soiled heart of man could dwell<\/p>\n

The immaculate grandeur of thy dream-built God,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr who can see a face and form divine<\/p>\n

In the naked two-legged worm thou callest man?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO human face, put off mind-painted masks:<\/p>\n

The animal be, the worm that Nature meant;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAccept thy futile birth, thy narrow life.<\/p>\n

For truth is bare like stone and hard like death;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBare in the bareness, hard with truth’s hardness live.”<\/p>\n

But Savitri replied to the dire God:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Yes, I am human. Yet shall man by me,<\/p>\n

Since in humanity waits his hour the God,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTrample thee down to reach the immortal heights,<\/p>\n

Transcending grief and pain and fate and death.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYes, my humanity is a mask of God:<\/p>\n

He dwells in me, the mover of my acts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTurning the great wheel of his cosmic work.<\/p>\n

I am the living body of his light,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI am the thinking instrument of his power,<\/p>\n

I incarnate Wisdom in an earthly breast,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI am his conquering and unslayable will.<\/p>\n

The formless Spirit drew in me its shape;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn me are the Nameless and the secret Name.”<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tDeath from the incredulous Darkness sent its cry:<\/p>\n

“O priestess in Imagination’s house,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPersuade first Nature’s fixed immutable laws<\/p>\n

And make the impossible thy daily work.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHow canst thou force to wed two eternal foes?<\/p>\n

Irreconcilable in their embrace<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey cancel the glory of their pure extremes:<\/p>\n

An unhappy wedlock maims their stunted force.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHow shall thy will make one the true and false?<\/p>\n

Where Matter is all, there Spirit is a dream:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf all are the Spirit, Matter is a lie,<\/p>\n

And who was the liar who forged the universe?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Real with the unreal cannot mate.<\/p>\n

He who would turn to God, must leave the world;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe who would live in the Spirit, must give up life;<\/p>\n

He who has met the Self, renounces self.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe voyagers of the million routes of mind<\/p>\n

Who have travelled through Existence to its end,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSages exploring the world-ocean’s vasts,<\/p>\n

Have found extinction the sole harbour safe.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTwo only are the doors of man’s escape,<\/p>\n

Death of his body Matter’s gate to peace,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDeath of his soul his last felicity.<\/p>\n

In me all take refuge, for I, Death, am God.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut Savitri replied to mighty Death:<\/p>\n

“My heart is wiser than the Reason’s thoughts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy heart is stronger than thy bonds, O Death.<\/p>\n

It sees and feels the one Heart beat in all,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt feels the high Transcendent’s sunlike hands,<\/p>\n

It sees the cosmic Spirit at its work;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the dim Night it lies alone with God.<\/p>\n

My heart’s strength can carry the grief of the universe<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd never falter from its luminous track,<\/p>\n

Its white tremendous orbit through God’s peace.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt can drink up the sea of All-Delight<\/p>\n

And never lose the white spiritual touch,<\/p>\n

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The calm that broods in the deep Infinite.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe said, “Art thou indeed so strong, O heart,<\/p>\n

O soul, so free? And canst thou gather then<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBright pleasure from my wayside flowering boughs,<\/p>\n

Yet falter not from thy hard journey’s goal,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMeet the world’s dangerous touch and never fall?<\/p>\n

Show me thy strength and freedom from my laws.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut Savitri answered, “Surely I shall find<\/p>\n

Among the green and whispering woods of Life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tClose-bosomed pleasures, only mine since his,<\/p>\n

Or mine for him, because our joys are one.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd if I linger, Time is ours and God’s,<\/p>\n

And if I fall, is not his hand near mine?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll is a single plan; each wayside act<\/p>\n

Deepens the soul’s response, brings nearer the goal.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDeath the contemptuous Nihil answered her:<\/p>\n

“So prove thy absolute force to the wise gods,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBy choosing earthly joy! For self demand<\/p>\n

And yet from self and its gross masks live free.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen will I give thee all thy soul desires,<\/p>\n

All the brief joys earth keeps for mortal hearts.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly the one dearest wish that outweighs all,<\/p>\n

Hard laws forbid and thy ironic fate.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy will once wrought remains unchanged through Time,<\/p>\n

And Satyavan can never again be thine.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut Savitri replied to the vague Power:<\/p>\n

“If the eyes of Darkness can look straight at Truth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLook in my heart and, knowing what I am,<\/p>\n

Give what thou wilt or what thou must, O Death.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNothing I claim but Satyavan alone.”<\/p>\n

There was a hush as if of doubtful fates.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs one disdainful still who yields a point<\/p>\n

Death bowed his sovereign head in cold assent:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“I give to thee, saved from death and poignant fate<\/p>\n

Whatever once the living Satyavan<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDesired in his heart for Savitri.<\/p>\n

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Bright noons I give thee and unwounded dawns,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDaughters of thy own shape in heart and mind,<\/p>\n

Fair hero sons and sweetness undisturbed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf union with thy husband dear and true.<\/p>\n

And thou shalt harvest in thy joyful house<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFelicity of thy surrounded eves.<\/p>\n

Love shall bind by thee many gathered hearts.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe opposite sweetness in thy days shall meet<\/p>\n

Of tender service to thy life’s desired<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd loving empire over all thy loved,<\/p>\n

Two poles of bliss made one, O Savitri.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReturn, O child, to thy forsaken earth.”<\/p>\n

But Savitri replied, “Thy gifts resist.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth cannot flower if lonely I return.”<\/p>\n

Then Death sent forth once more his angry cry,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs chides a lion his escaping prey:<\/p>\n

“What knowst thou of earth’s rich and changing life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho thinkst that one man dead all joy must cease?<\/p>\n

Hope not to be unhappy till the end:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor grief dies soon in the tired human heart;<\/p>\n

Soon other guests the empty chambers fill.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA transient painting on a holiday’s floor<\/p>\n

Traced for a moment’s beauty love was made.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr if a voyager on the eternal trail,<\/p>\n

Its objects fluent change in its embrace<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike waves to a swimmer upon infinite seas.”<\/p>\n

But Savitri replied to the vague god,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Give me back Satyavan, my only lord.<\/p>\n

Thy thoughts are vacant to my soul that feels<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe deep eternal truth in transient things.”<\/p>\n

Death answered her, “Return and try thy soul!<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSoon shalt thou find appeased that other men<\/p>\n

On lavish earth have beauty, strength and truth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd when thou hast half forgotten, one of these<\/p>\n

Shall wind himself around thy heart that needs<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSome human answering heart against thy breast;<\/p>\n

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For who, being mortal, can dwell glad alone?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen Satyavan shall glide into the past,<\/p>\n

A gentle memory pushed away from thee<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBy new love and thy children’s tender hands,<\/p>\n

Till thou shalt wonder if thou lov’dst at all.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSuch is the life earth’s travail has conceived,<\/p>\n

A constant stream that never is the same.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut Savitri replied to mighty Death:<\/p>\n

“O dark ironic critic of God’s work,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou mockst the mind and body’s faltering search<\/p>\n

For what the heart holds in a prophet hour<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the immortal spirit shall make its own.<\/p>\n

Mine is a heart that worshipped, though forsaken,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe image of the god its love adored;<\/p>\n

I have burned in flame to travel in his steps.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAre we not they who bore vast solitude<\/p>\n

Seated upon the hills alone with God?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhy dost thou vainly strive with me, O Death,<\/p>\n

A mind delivered from all twilight thoughts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo whom the secrets of the gods are plain?<\/p>\n

For now at last I know beyond all doubt,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe great stars burn with my unceasing fire<\/p>\n

And life and death are both its fuel made.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife only was my blind attempt to love:<\/p>\n

Earth saw my struggle, heaven my victory;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll shall be seized, transcended; there shall kiss<\/p>\n

Casting their veils before the marriage fire<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe eternal bridegroom and eternal bride.<\/p>\n

The heavens accept our broken flights at last.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn our life’s prow that breaks the waves of Time<\/p>\n

No signal light of hope has gleamed in vain.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe spoke; the boundless members of the god<\/p>\n

As if by secret ecstasy assailed,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShuddered in silence as obscurely stir<\/p>\n

Ocean’s dim fields delivered to the moon.<\/p>\n

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Around her in that vague and glimmering world<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe twilight trembled like a bursting veil.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus with armed speech the great opponents strove.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAround those spirits in the glittering mist<\/p>\n

A deepening half-light fled with pearly wings<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if to reach some far ideal Morn.<\/p>\n

Outlined her thoughts flew through the gleaming haze<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMingling bright-pinioned with its lights and veils<\/p>\n

And all her words like dazzling jewels were caught<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto the glow of a mysterious world,<\/p>\n

Or tricked in the rainbow shifting of its hues<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike echoes swam fainting into far sound.<\/p>\n

All utterance, all mood must there become<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn unenduring tissue sewn by mind<\/p>\n

To make a gossamer robe of beautiful change.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIntent upon her silent will she walked<\/p>\n

On the dim grass of vague unreal plains,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA floating veil of visions in her front,<\/p>\n

A trailing robe of dreams behind her feet.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut now her spirit’s flame of conscient force<\/p>\n

Retiring from a sweetness without fruit<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCalled back her thoughts from speech to sit within<\/p>\n

In a deep room in meditation’s house.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor only there could dwell the soul’s firm truth:<\/p>\n

Imperishable, a tongue of sacrifice,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt flamed unquenched upon the central hearth<\/p>\n

Where burns for the high houselord and his mate<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe homestead’s sentinel and witness fire<\/p>\n

From which the altars of the gods are lit.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll still compelled went gliding on unchanged,<\/p>\n

Still was the order of these worlds reversed:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe mortal led, the god and spirit obeyed<\/p>\n

And she behind was leader of their march<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd they in front were followers of her will.<\/p>\n

Onward they journeyed through the drifting ways<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVaguely companioned by the glimmering mists.<\/p>\n

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But faster now all fled as if perturbed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEscaping from the clearness of her soul.<\/p>\n

A heaven-bird upon jewelled wings of wind<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBorne like a coloured and embosomed fire,<\/p>\n

By spirits carried in a pearl-hued cave,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn through the enchanted dimness moved her soul.<\/p>\n

Death walked in front of her and Satyavan,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the dark front of Death, a failing star.<\/p>\n

Above was the unseen balance of his fate.<\/p>\n

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