{"id":3289,"date":"2013-07-13T01:47:13","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:47:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=3289"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:47:13","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:47:13","slug":"04-book-4-canto-3-the-call-to-the-quest-vol-02-savitri-1951","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/02-other-editions\/01-savitri\/02-savitri-1951\/04-book-4-canto-3-the-call-to-the-quest-vol-02-savitri-1951","title":{"rendered":"-04_Book 4 Canto 3 The Call to The Quest.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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CANTO THREE<\/font><\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

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THE CALL TO THE QUEST<\/font> <\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nA MORN that seemed a new creation's
\nfront,<\/p>\n

Bringing a greater
\nsunlight, happier skies,<\/p>\n

Came, burdened
\nwith a beauty moved and strange<\/p>\n

Out of the
\nchangeless origin of things.<\/p>\n

An ancient longing
\nstruck again new roots.<\/p>\n

The air drank deep
\nof unfulfilled desire;<\/p>\n

The high trees
\ntrembled with a wandering wind<\/p>\n

Like souls that
\nquiver at the approach of joy,<\/p>\n

And in a bosom of
\ngreen secrecy<\/p>\n

For ever of its
\none love-note untired<\/p>\n

A lyric coil cried
\namong the leaves.<\/p>\n

Away from the
\nterrestrial murmur turned<\/p>\n

Where transient
\ncalls and answers mix their flood,<\/p>\n

King Aswapathy
\nlistened through the ray<\/p>\n

To other sounds
\nthan meet the sense-formed ear.<\/p>\n

On a subtle
\ninterspace which rings our life<\/p>\n

Unlocked were the
\ninner spirit's trance-closed doors;<\/p>\n

The inaudible
\nstrain in Nature could be caught;<\/p>\n

Across this cyclic
\ntramp of eager lives,<\/p>\n

Across the deep
\nurgency of present cares,<\/p>\n

Earth's wordless
\nhymn to the Ineffable<\/p>\n

Arose from the
\nardent heart of the cosmic Void;<\/p>\n

He heard the voice
\nrepressed of unborn Powers<\/p>\n

Murmuring behind
\nthe luminous bars of Time.<\/p>\n

Again the mighty
\nyearning raised its flame<\/p>\n

That asks a
\nperfect life on earth for men<\/p>\n

And prays for
\ncertainty in the uncertain mind<\/p>\n

And shadowless
\nbliss for suffering human hearts<\/p>\n

And Truth embodied
\nin an ignorant world<\/p>\n

And godhead
\ndivinising mortal forms.<\/p>\n

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\nA word that leaped from some far sky of thought,<\/P><\/p>\n

Admitted by the
\ncowled receiving scribe<\/p>\n

Traversed the
\nechoing passages of his brain<\/p>\n

And left its stamp
\non the recording cells.<\/p>\n

0 Force-compelled,
\nFate-driven earth-born race,<\/b><\/p>\n

0 petty
\nadventurers in an infinite world<\/p>\n

And prisoners of a
\ndwarf humanity,<\/p>\n

How long will you
\ntread the circling tracks of mind<\/p>\n

Around your little
\nself and petty things?<\/p>\n

But not for a
\nchangeless littleness were you meant,<\/p>\n

Not for vain
\nrepetition were you built;<\/p>\n

Out of the
\nImmortal's substance you were made;<\/p>\n

Your actions can
\nbe swift revealing steps,<\/p>\n

Your life a
\nchangeful mould for growing gods.<\/p>\n

A Seer, a strong
\nCreator, is within,<\/p>\n

The immaculate
\nGrandeur broods upon your days,<\/p>\n

Almighty powers
\nare shut in Nature's cells.<\/p>\n

A greater destiny
\nwaits you in your front:<\/p>\n

This transient
\nearthly being if he wills<\/p>\n

Can fit his acts
\nto a transcendent scheme.<\/p>\n

He who now stares
\nat the world with ignorant eyes<\/p>\n

Hardly from the
\nInconscient's night aroused<\/p>\n

That look at
\nimages and not at Truth<\/p>\n

Can fill those
\norbs with an immortal's sight.<\/p>\n

Yet shall the
\ngodhead grow within your hearts,<\/p>\n

You shall awake
\ninto the spirit's air<\/p>\n

And feel the
\nbreaking walls of mortal mind<\/p>\n

And hear the
\nmessage which left life's heart dumb<\/p>\n

And look through
\nNature with sun-gazing lids<\/p>\n

And blow your
\nconch-shells at the Eternal's gate.<\/p>\n

Authors of earth's
\nhigh change, to you it is given<\/p>\n

To cross the
\ndangerous spaces of the soul<\/p>\n

And touch the
\nmighty Mother stark awake<\/p>\n

And meet the
\nOmnipotent in this house of flesh<\/p>\n

And make of life
\nthe million-bodied One.<\/p>\n

The earth you
\ntread is a border screened from heaven,<\/p>\n

The life you lead
\nconceals the light you are.<\/p>\n

Immortal Powers
\nsweep naming past your doors;<\/p>\n

Far-off upon your
\ntops the god-chant sounds<\/p>\n

While to exceed
\nyourselves thought's trumpets call, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nHeard by a few, but fewer dare aspire,<\/P><\/p>\n

The nympholepts of
\nthe ecstasy and the blaze.<\/p>\n

An epic of hope
\nand failure breaks earth's heart,<\/p>\n

Her force and will
\nexceed her form and fate.<\/p>\n

A goddess in a net
\nof inconscience caught,<\/p>\n

Self-bound in the
\npastures of death she dreams of life,<\/p>\n

Self-racked with
\nthe pains of hell aspires to joy,<\/p>\n

And builds to hope
\nher altars of despair,<\/p>\n

Knows that one
\nhigh step might enfranchise all<\/p>\n

And, suffering,
\nlooks for greatness in her sons.<\/p>\n

But dim in human
\nhearts the ascending fire,<\/p>\n

The invisible
\nGrandeur sits unworshipped there;<\/p>\n

Man sees the
\nHighest in a limiting form<\/p>\n

Or looks upon a
\nPerson, hears a Name.<\/p>\n

He turns for
\nlittle gains to ignorant Powers<\/p>\n

Or kindles his
\naltar lights to a demon face.<\/p>\n

He loves the
\nIgnorance fathering his pain.<\/p>\n

A spell is laid
\nupon his glorious strengths.<\/p>\n

He has lost the
\ninner Voice that led his thoughts,<\/p>\n

And masking the
\noracular tripod seat<\/p>\n

A specious Idol
\nfills the marvel shrine.<\/p>\n

The great Illusion
\nwraps him in its veils,<\/p>\n

The soul's deep
\nintimations come in vain,<\/p>\n

In vain is the
\nunending line of seers,<\/p>\n

The sages ponder
\nin unsubstantial light,<\/p>\n

The poets lend
\ntheir voice to outward dreams,<\/p>\n

A homeless fire
\ninspires the prophet tongues.<\/p>\n

Heaven's flaming
\nlights descend and back return,<\/p>\n

The luminous Eye
\napproaches and retires;<\/p>\n

Eternity speaks,
\nnone understands its word;<\/p>\n

Fate is unwilling
\nand the Abyss denies;<\/p>\n

The Inconscient's
\nmindless waters block all done.<\/p>\n

Only a little
\nlifted is Mind's screen.<\/p>\n

The Wise who know
\nsee but one half of Truth,<\/p>\n

The strong climb
\nhardly to a low-peaked height,<\/p>\n

The hearts that
\nyearn are given one hour to love,<\/p>\n

His tale
\nhalf-told, falters the secret Bard;<\/p>\n

The gods are still
\ntoo few in mortal forms.<\/p>\n

The Voice withdrew
\ninto its hidden skies.<\/p>\n

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\nBut like a shining answer from the gods<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nApproached through sun-bright spaces Savitri.<\/P><\/p>\n

Advancing amid
\ntall heaven-pillaring trees,<\/p>\n

Apparelled in her
\nflickering-coloured robe,<\/p>\n

She seemed burning
\ntowards the eternal realms<\/p>\n

A bright moved
\ntorch of incense and of flame<\/p>\n

That from the
\nsky-roofed temple-soil of earth<\/p>\n

A pilgrim hand
\nlifts in an invisible shrine.<\/p>\n

There came the
\ngift of a revealing hour:<\/p>\n

He saw through
\ndepths that reinterpret all,<\/p>\n

Limited not now by
\nthe dull body's eyes,<\/p>\n

New-found through
\nan arch of clear discovery,<\/p>\n

This intimation of
\nthe world's delight,<\/p>\n

This wonder of the
\ndivine Artist's make<\/p>\n

Carved like a
\nnectar-cup for thirsty gods,<\/p>\n

This breathing
\nScripture of the Etemal's joy,<\/p>\n

This net of
\nsweetness woven of aureate fire.<\/p>\n

Transformed the
\ndelicate image-face became<\/p>\n

A deeper Nature's
\nself-revealing sign,<\/p>\n

A gold-leaf
\npalimpsest of sacred births,<\/p>\n

A grave
\nworld-symbol chiselled out of life.<\/p>\n

Her brow, a copy
\nof clear unstained heavens,<\/p>\n

Was meditation's
\npedestal and defence,<\/p>\n

The very room and
\nsmile of musing Space,<\/p>\n

Its brooding line
\ninfinity's symbol curve.<\/p>\n

Amid her tresses'
\ncloudy multitude<\/p>\n

The long eyes
\nshadowed as by wings of Night<\/p>\n

Under that
\nmoon-gold forehead's dreaming breadth<\/p>\n

Were seas of love
\nand thought that held the world;<\/p>\n

Marvelling at life
\nand earth they saw truths far.<\/p>\n

A deathless
\nmeaning filled her mortal limbs;<\/p>\n

As in a golden
\nvase's poignant line<\/p>\n

They seemed to
\ncarry the rhythmic sob of bliss<\/p>\n

Of earth's mute
\nadoration towards heaven<\/p>\n

Released in
\nbeauty's cry of living form<\/p>\n

Towards the
\nperfection of eternal things.<\/p>\n

Transparent grown
\nthe ephemeral living dress<\/p>\n

Bared the
\nexpressive deity to his view.<\/p>\n

Escaped from
\nsurface sight and mortal sense<\/p>\n

The seizing
\nharmony of its shapes became<\/p>\n

The strange
\nsignificant icon of a Power <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nRenewing its inscrutable descent<\/P><\/p>\n

Into a human
\nfigure of its works<\/p>\n

That stood out in
\nlife's bold abrupt relief<\/p>\n

On the soil of the
\nevolving universe,<\/p>\n

A godhead
\nsculptured on a wall of thought,<\/p>\n

Mirrored in the
\nflowing hours and dimly shrined<\/p>\n

In Matter as in a
\ncathedral cave.<\/p>\n

Annulled were the
\ntransient values of the mind,<\/p>\n

The body's sense
\nrenounced its earthly look,<\/p>\n

Immortal met
\nimmortal in their gaze.<\/p>\n

Awaked from the
\nclose spell of daily use<\/p>\n

That hides
\nsoul-truth with the outward form's disguise.,<\/p>\n

He saw through the
\nfamiliar cherished limbs<\/p>\n

The great and
\nunknown spirit born his child.<\/p>\n

An impromptu from
\nthe deeper sight within,<\/p>\n

Thoughts rose in
\nhim that knew not their own scope.<\/p>\n

Then to those
\nlarge and brooding depths whence Love<\/p>\n

Regarded him
\nacross the straits of mind,<\/p>\n

He spoke in
\nsentences from the unseen Heights.<\/p>\n

A casual passing
\nphrase can change our life.<\/p>\n

For the hidden
\nprompters of our speech sometimes<\/p>\n

Can use the
\nformulas of a moment's mood<\/p>\n

To weigh
\nunconscious lips with words from Fate.<\/p>\n

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

0 Spirit,
\ntraveller of eternity,<\/p>\n

Who earnest from
\nthe immortal spaces here<\/p>\n

Armed for the
\nsplendid hazard of thy life<\/p>\n

To set thy
\nconquering foot on Chance and Time,<\/p>\n

The moon shut in
\nher halo dreams like thee.<\/p>\n

A mighty Presence
\nstill defends thy frame.<\/p>\n

Perhaps the
\nheavens guard thee for some great soul,<\/p>\n

Thy fate, thy work
\nare kept somewhere afar,<\/p>\n

Thy spirit came
\nnot down a star alone.<\/p>\n

0 living
\ninscription of the beauty of love<\/p>\n

Missalled in
\naureate virginity,<\/p>\n

What message of
\nheavenly strength and bliss in thee<\/p>\n

Is written with
\nthe Eternal's sun-white script,<\/p>\n

One shall discover
\nand greaten with it his life<\/p>\n

To whom thou
\nloosenest thy heart's jewelled strings.<\/p>\n

0 rubies of
\nsilence, lips from which there stole<\/p>\n

Low laughter,
\nmusic of tranquillity, <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nStar-lustrous eyes awake in sweet large night<\/P><\/p>\n

And limbs like
\nfine-linked poems made of gold<\/p>\n

Stanzaed to
\nglimmering curves by artist gods,<\/p>\n

Depart where love
\nand destiny call your charm.<\/p>\n

Venture through
\nthe deep world to find thy mate.<\/p>\n

For somewhere on
\nthe longing breast of earth,<\/p>\n

Thy unknown lover
\nwaits for thee the unknown.<\/p>\n

Thy soul has
\nstrength and needs no other guide<\/p>\n

Than One who burns
\nwithin thy bosom's powers.<\/p>\n

There shall draw
\nnear to meet thy approaching steps<\/p>\n

The second self
\nfor whom thy nature asks,<\/p>\n

He who shall walk
\nuntil thy body's end<\/p>\n

A close-bound
\ntraveller pacing with thy pace,<\/p>\n

The lyrist of thy
\nsoul's most intimate chords<\/p>\n

Who shall give
\nvoice to what in thee is mute.<\/p>\n

Then shall you
\ngrow like vibrant kindred harps,<\/p>\n

One in the beats
\nof difference and delight,<\/p>\n

Responsive in
\ndivine and equal strains,<\/p>\n

Discovering new
\nnotes of the eternal theme.<\/p>\n

One force shall be
\nyour mover and your guide,<\/p>\n

One light shall be
\naround you and within;<\/p>\n

Hand in strong
\nhand confront Heaven's question, life:<\/p>\n

Challenge the
\nordeal of the immense disguise.<\/p>\n

Ascend from Nature
\nto divinity's heights;<\/p>\n

Face the high
\ngods, crowned with felicity,<\/p>\n

Then meet a
\ngreater God, thy self beyond Time."<\/p>\n

This word was seed
\nof all the thing to be.<\/b><\/p>\n

A hand from some
\nGreatness opened her heart's locked doors<\/p>\n

And showed the
\nwork for which her strength was born.<\/p>\n

As when the mantra
\nsinks in Yoga's ear,<\/p>\n

Its message enters
\nstirring the blind brain<\/p>\n

And keeps in the
\ndim ignorant cells its sound;<\/p>\n

The hearer
\nunderstands a form of words<\/p>\n

And, musing on the
\nindex thought it holds,<\/p>\n

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

He staves to read
\nit with the labouring mind,<\/p>\n

But finds bright
\nhints, not the embodied truth:<\/p>\n

Then, falling
\nsilent in himself to know<\/p>\n

He meets the
\ndeeper listening of his soul:<\/p>\n

The Word repeats
\nitself in rhythmic strains:<\/p>\n

Thought, vision,
\nfeeling, sense, the body's self <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nAre seized unalterably and he endures<\/P><\/p>\n

An ecstasy and an
\nimmortal change;<\/p>\n

He feels a
\nWideness and becomes a Power,<\/p>\n

All knowledge
\nrushes on him like a sea:<\/p>\n

Transmuted by the
\nwhite spiritual ray<\/p>\n

He walks in naked
\nheavens of joy and calm,<\/p>\n

Sees the God-face
\nand hears transcendent speech:<\/p>\n

An equal greatness
\nin her life was sown.<\/p>\n

Accustomed scenes
\nwere now an ended play.<\/p>\n

Moving in muse
\namid familiar powers,<\/p>\n

Touched by new
\nmagnitudes and faery signs,<\/p>\n

She turned to
\nvastnesses not yet her own;<\/p>\n

Allured her heart
\nthrobbed to unknown sweetnesses,<\/p>\n

The secrets of an
\nunseen world were close.<\/p>\n

The mom went up
\ninto a smiling sky;<\/p>\n

Cast from its
\nsapphire pinnacle of trance<\/p>\n

Day sank into the
\nburning gold of eve;<\/p>\n

The moon floated,
\na luminous waif through heaven<\/p>\n

And sank below the
\noblivious edge of dream;<\/p>\n

Night lit the
\nwatch fires of eternity.<\/p>\n

Then all went back
\ninto mind's secret caves;<\/p>\n

A darkness
\nstooping on the heaven-bird's wings<\/p>\n

Sealed in her
\nsenses from external sight<\/p>\n

And opened the
\nstupendous depths of sleep.<\/p>\n

When the pale dawn
\nslipped through Night's shadowy guard,<\/p>\n

Vainly the
\nnew-born light desired her face;<\/p>\n

The palace woke to
\nits own emptiness;<\/p>\n

The sovereign of
\nits daily joys was far;<\/p>\n

Her moonbeam feet
\ntinged not the lucent floors:<\/p>\n

The beauty and
\ndivinity were gone.<\/p>\n

Delight had fled
\nto search the spacious world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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