{"id":3297,"date":"2013-07-13T01:47:17","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:47:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=3297"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:47:17","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:47:17","slug":"06-book-5-canto-1-the-destined-meeting-place-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\/06-book-5-canto-1-the-destined-meeting-place-vol-02-savitri-1951","title":{"rendered":"-06_Book 5 Canto 1 The Destined Meeting-Place.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nBOOK FIVE<\/i><\/b><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nThe Book of Love<\/i><\/b><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

CANTO ONE<\/b><\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nTHE DESTINED MEETING-PLACE<\/b><\/font> <\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

\nRUT now the destined spot and hour
\nwere close;<\/p>\n

\nUnknowing she had neared her nameless goal.<\/p>\n

\nFor though a dress of blind and devious chance<\/p>\n

\nIs laid upon the work of all-wise Fate,<\/p>\n

\nOur acts interpret an omniscient Force<\/p>\n

\nThat dwells in the compelling stuff of things,<\/p>\n

\nAnd nothing happens in the cosmic play<\/p>\n

\nBut at its time and in its foreseen place.<\/p>\n

\nTo a space she came of soft and
\ndelicate air<\/p>\n

\nThat seemed a sanctuary of youth and joy,<\/p>\n

\nA highland world of free and green delight<\/p>\n

\nWhere spring and summer lay together and strove<\/p>\n

\nIn indolent and amicable debate,<\/p>\n

\nInarmed, disputing with laughter who should rule.<\/p>\n

\nThere expectation beat wide sudden wings,<\/p>\n

\nAs if a soul had looked out from earth's face<\/p>\n

\nAnd all that was in her felt a coming change<\/p>\n

\nAnd forgetting obvious joys and common dreams,<\/p>\n

\nObedient to Time's call and the spirit's fate,<\/p>\n

\nWere lifted to a beauty calm and pure<\/p>\n

\nThat lived under the eyes of Eternity.<\/p>\n

\nA crowd of mountainous heads assailed the sky<\/p>\n

\nPushing towards rival shoulders nearer heaven,<\/p>\n

\nThe armoured leaders of an iron line; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nEarth prostrate lay beneath their
\nfeet of stone.<\/p>\n

\nBelow there crouched a dream of emerald woods<\/p>\n

\nAnd gleaming borders solitary as sleep: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nPale waters ran like glimmering
\nthreads of pearl.<\/p>\n

\nA sigh was straying among happy leaves; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nCool-perfumed with slow
\npleasure-burdened feet <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nFaint stumbling breezes faltered
\namong flowers. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe white crane stood, a vivid
\nmotionless streak, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPeacock and parrot jewelled soil
\nand tree, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe dove's soft moan enriched the
\nenamoured air <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd fire-winged wild-drakes swam in
\nsilvery pools. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nEarth couched alone with her great
\nlover Heaven, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUncovered to her consort's purple
\neye. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn her luxurious ecstasy of joy <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe squandered the love-music of
\nher notes, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWasted the passionate pattern of
\nher blooms <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd festival riot of her scents and
\nhues. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA cry and leap and hurry were
\naround, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe stealthy footfalls of her
\nchasing things, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe shaggy emerald of her centaur
\nmane, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe gold and sapphire of her warmth
\nand blaze. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMagician of her rapt felicities, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBlithe, sensuous-hearted, careless
\nand divine, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLife ran or hid in her delightful
\nrooms; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBehind all brooded Nature's
\ngrandiose calm.<\/p>\n

\nPrimeval peace was there and in its bosom<\/p>\n

\n'Held undisturbed the strife of bird and beast.<\/p>\n

\nMan, the deep-browed artificer, had not come<\/p>\n

\nTo lay his hand on happy inconscient things,<\/p>\n

\nThought was not there nor the measurer, strong-eyed toil,<\/p>\n

\nLife had not learned its discord with its aim.<\/p>\n

\nThe mighty Mother lay outstretched at ease.<\/p>\n

\nAll was in line with her first satisfied plan; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nMoved by a universal will of joy<\/p>\n

\nThe trees bloomed in their green felicity<\/p>\n

\nAnd the wild children brooded not on pain.<\/p>\n

\nAt the end reclined a stem and giant tract<\/p>\n

\nOf tangled depths and solemn questioning hills<\/p>\n

\nAnd peaks like a bare austerity of the soul,<\/p>\n

\nArmoured, remote and desolately grand<\/p>\n

\nLike the thought-screened infinities that lie<\/p>\n

\nBehind the rapt smile of the Almighty's dance.<\/p>\n

\nA matted forest-head invaded heaven<\/p>\n

\nAs if a blue-throated ascetic peered<\/p>\n

\nFrom the stone fastness of his mountain cell<\/p>\n

\nRegarding the brief gladness of the days; <\/p>\n

<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage<\/font>
\n40<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n

\nHis vast extended spirit couched
\nbehind. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA mighty murmur of immense retreat <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBesieged the ear, a sad and
\nlimitless call <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs of a soul retiring from the
\nworld. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis was the scene which the
\nambiguous Mother <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHad chosen for her brief felicitous
\nhour; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHere in this solitude far from the
\nworld<\/p>\n

\nHer part she began in the world's joy and strife.<\/p>\n

\nHere were disclosed to her the mystic courts,<\/p>\n

\nThe lurking doors of beauty and surprise,<\/p>\n

\nThe wings that murmur in the golden house,<\/p>\n

\nThe temple of sweetness and the fiery aisle.<\/p>\n

\nA stranger on the sorrowful roads of Time,<\/p>\n

\nImmortal under the yoke of death and fate,<\/p>\n

\nA sacrificant of the bliss and pain of the spheres,<\/p>\n

\nLove in the wilderness met Savitri. <\/p>\n

<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage<\/font>
\n41<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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