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\n

\nBOOK SEVEN<\/i><\/b><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

\n
\nTHE JOY OF UNION; THE ORDEAL OF THE<\/b><\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n
\nFOREKNOWLEDGE OF DEATH AND<\/b><\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n
\nTHE HEART'S GRIEF<\/b><\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

\nFATE followed her foreseen
\nimmutable road. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMan's hopes and longings build the
\njourneying wheels<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nIts face and form already are born
\nin him,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nIts parentage is in his secret soul; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHere Matter seems to mould the
\nbody's life<\/P><\/p>\n

\nAnd the soul follows where its nature drives: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nNature and Fate compel his
\nfree-will's choice.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nDoom is a passage for our inborn
\nforce,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nOur ordeal is the hidden spirit's choice,<\/p>\n

\nAnanke is our being's own decree.<\/p>\n

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

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

\nHad chosen and on her strength's unbending road<\/p>\n

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

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

\nA speed of armoured squadrons and a
\nvoice<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nHills wallowing in a bright haze,
\nlarge lands<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nRegion on region spacious in the sun, <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nCities like chrysolites in the wide
\nblaze<\/P><\/p>\n

\nAnd yellow rivers pacing, lion-maned,<\/p>\n

\nLed to the Shalwa marches' emerald line,<\/p>\n

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

\nA happy front to iron vastnesses<\/p>\n

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

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

\nThe borders gleaming with the groves' delight<\/p>\n

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

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

\nSome timeless beauty and reality,<\/p>\n

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

\nThe past receded and the future neared: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nFar now behind lay Madra's spacious
\nhalls,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

\nForgotten soon or a pale memory<\/p>\n

\nThe fountain's plash in the wide stone-bound pool,<\/p>\n

\nThe thoughtful noontide's brooding solemn trance,<\/p>\n

\nThe colonnade's dream grey in the quiet eve,<\/p>\n

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

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

\nThe happy silken babble on laughter's lips<\/p>\n

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

\nAnd adoration's light in cherished eyes<\/p>\n

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

\nNature's primeval loneliness was here: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHere only was the voice of bird and
\nbeast,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe ascetic's exile in the
\ndim-souled huge <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nInhuman forest far from cheerful
\nsound <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOf man's blithe converse and his
\ncrowded days. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn a broad eve with one red eye of
\ncloud, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThrough a narrow opening, a green
\nflowered cleft, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOut of the stare of sky and soil
\nthey came <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nInto a mighty home of emerald dusk. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere onward led by a faint
\nbrooding path <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhich toiled through the shadow of
\nenormous trunks <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd under arches misers of
\nsunshine, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThey saw low thatched roofs of a
\nhermitage <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nHuddled beneath a patch of azure
\nhue <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn a sunlit clearing that seemed
\nthe outbreak <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOf a glad smile in the forest's
\nmonstrous heart, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA rude refuge of the thought and
\nwill of man <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWatched by the crowding giants of
\nthe wood. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nArrived in that rough-hewn
\nhomestead they gave, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nQuestioning no more the strangeness
\nof her fate, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTheir pride and loved one to the
\ngreat blind king, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA regal pillar of fallen mightiness <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the stately care-worn woman
\nonce a queen <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWho now hoped nothing for herself
\nfrom life, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut all things only hoped for her
\none child, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCalling on that single head from
\npartial Fate <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll joy of earth, all heaven's
\nbeatitude. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAdoring wisdom and beauty like a
\nyoung god's, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe saw him loved by heaven as by
\nherself, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe rejoiced in his brightness and
\nbelieved in his fate <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd knew not of the evil drawing
\nnear. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLingering some days upon the forest
\nverge <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLike men who lengthen out
\ndeparture's pain, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUnwilling to separate sorrowful
\nclinging hands, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUnwilling to see for the last time
\na face, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHeavy with the sorrow of a coming
\nday <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd wondering at the carelessness
\nof Fate <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWho breaks with idle hands her
\nsupreme works, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThey parted from her with
\npain-fraught burdened hearts <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs forced by inescapable fate we
\npart <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFrom one whom we shall never see
\nagain; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDriven by the singularity of her
\nfate,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nHelpless against the choice of Savitri's heart<\/p>\n

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

\nIn the tremendous forest's savage charge.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nPriceless she deemed her joy so
\nclose to death; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nApart with love she lived for love
\nalone.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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\nAn absolutism of sweet imperious
\nwill,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nIndomitable and immutable. <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n     At first
\nto her beneath the sapphire heavens<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nAn altar of the summer's splendour and fire,<\/p>\n

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

\nAnd all its scenes a smile on rapture's lips<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nNight was a chrysoprase on velvet
\ncloth,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nDay was a purple pageant and a
\nhymn, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA wave of the laughter of light
\nfrom morn to eve. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis absence was a dream of memory, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis presence was the empire of a
\ngod. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA fusing of the joys of earth and
\nheaven, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA tremulous blaze of nuptial
\nrapture passed, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA rushing of two spirits to be one, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA burning of two bodies in one
\nflame. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOpened were gates of unforgettable
\nbliss: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTwo lives were locked within an
\nearthly heaven <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd fate and grief fled from that
\nfiery hour. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut soon now failed the summer's
\nardent breath <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd throngs of blue-black clouds
\ncrept through the sky <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd rain fled sobbing over the
\ndripping leaves <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd storm became the forest's titan
\nvoice. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThen listening to the thunder's
\nfatal crash <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the fugitive pattering
\nfootsteps of the showers <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the long unsatisfied panting of
\nthe wind <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd sorrow muttering in the
\nsound-vexed night, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe grief of all the world came
\nnear to her: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNight's darkness seemed her
\nfuture's ominous face.<\/P><\/p>\n

\nThe shadow of her lover's doom arose<\/p>\n

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

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

\nHer thoughts, her mind remembered Narad's date.<\/p>\n

\nA trembling moved accountant of her riches, <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nShe reckoned the insufficient days
\nbetween: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA dire expectancy knocked at her
\nbreast; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDreadful to her were the footsteps
\nof the hours: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nGrief came, a passionate stranger
\nto her gate: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBanished when in his arms, out of
\nher sleep<\/P><\/p>\n

\nIt rose at mom to look into her face.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nHer deepest grief from sweetest
\ngulfs arose.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nThus swaying in strong gusts of happiness,<\/p>\n

\nAnd swimming in foreboding's sombre waves,<\/p>\n

\nAnd feeding sorrow and terror with her heart,<\/p>\n

\nFor now they sat among her bosom's guests<\/p>\n

\nOr in her inner chamber paced apart,<\/p>\n

\nHer eyes stared blind into the future's night.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nThey wrapped in little hourly hopes and tasks,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nHer graceful daily acts were now a mask; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn vain she looked upon her depths
\nto find<\/P><\/p>\n

\nA ground of stillness and the spirit's peace. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nStill veiled from her was the
\nsilent Being within<\/P><\/p>\n

\nWho sees life's drama pass with unmoved eyes,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

\nDefenceless, nude, bound to her
\nhuman lot<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nThese she controlled, nothing was shown outside: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe was still to them the child
\nthey knew and loved; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe sorrowing woman they saw not
\nwithin; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo change was in her beautiful
\nmotions seen: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA worshipped empress all once vied
\nto serve,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

\nTo others that her woman's strength might do.<\/p>\n

\nIn all her acts a strange divinity shone: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nInto a simplest movement she could
\nbring<\/P><\/p>\n

\nA oneness with earth's glowing robe of light,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nOr were a round mechanical and
\nvoid,<\/p>\n

\nHer body's actions shared not by her will.<\/p>\n

\nAlways behind this strange divided life<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

\nHung o'er the sleep-bound beauty of his brow<\/p>\n

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

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

\nUnwilling ever to separate again <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nOr lose that honeyed drain of
\nlingering joy,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

\nOf prodigal love and the surf of ecstasy; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr else she strove even in mortal
\ntime<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nAfter all was given she demanded still,<\/p>\n

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

\nShe longed to cry, "O tender Satyavan,<\/p>\n

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

\nOf love while yet thou canst, to her thou lovst.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

\nRestore us to each other and our love?"<\/p>\n

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

\nAnd lay her burden on his happy head,<\/p>\n

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

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

\nBut Satyavan sometimes half understood,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nAnd service to his father's sightless life<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nGrief filled his absence with its aching touch, <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nShe saw the desert of her coming
\ndays <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nImaged in every solitary hour. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAlthough with a vain imaginary
\nbliss <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOf fiery union through death's door
\nof escape <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe dreamed of her body robed in
\nfuneral flame, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe knew she must not clutch that
\nhappiness <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo die with him and follow, seizing
\nhis robe <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAcross our other countries,
\ntravellers glad <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nFor those sad parents still would
\nneed her here <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo help the empty remnant of their
\nday. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOften it seemed to her the ages'
\npain <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHad pressed their quintessence into
\nher single woe <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nConcentrating in her a tortured
\nworld. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThus in the silent chamber of her
\nsoul <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCloistering her love to live with
\nsecret grief <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe dwelt like a dumb priest with
\nhidden gods <\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nLifting to them her sorrow like frankincense, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHer
\nlife the altar, herself the sacrifice.<\/P><\/font><\/p>\n

\nYet ever they grew into each other
\nmore<\/p>\n

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

\nSince even the body's walls could not divide.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nHe, less aware, thrilled with her
\nfrom afar.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nGrief, fear became the food of
\nmighty love.<\/P><\/p>\n

\nIncreased by its torment it filled the whole world, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt was all her life, became her
\nwhole earth and heaven. <\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nImmortal it walked unslayable as the gods: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHer spirit stretched measureless in
\nstrength divine<\/P><\/p>\n

\nAn anvil for the blows of Fate and Time: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr tired of sorrow's passionate
\nluxury,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nGrief's self became calm, dull-eyed, resolute<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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\n

\n   The year now paused
\nupon the brink of change.<\/P><\/p>\n

\nNo more the storms sailed with stupendous wings<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

\nSo her grief's heavy sky shut in her heart.<\/p>\n

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

\nNo voice came down from the
\nforgotten heights; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOnly in the privacy of its brooding
\npain<\/P><\/p>\n

\nHer human heart spoke to the body's fate.<\/font><\/p>\n

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