{"id":3306,"date":"2013-07-13T01:47:21","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:47:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=3306"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:47:21","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:47:21","slug":"07-book-5-canto-2-satyavan-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\/07-book-5-canto-2-satyavan-vol-02-savitri-1951","title":{"rendered":"-07_Book 5 Canto 2 Satyavan.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n
\nCANTO TWO <\/font><\/p>\n

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

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\n

<\/p>\n

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

<\/b><\/p>\n

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

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\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

\nA LL she remembered on this day of
\nFate,<\/p>\n

The road
\nthat hazarded not the solemn depths<\/p>\n

But
\nturned away to flee to human homes,<\/p>\n

The
\nwilderness with its mighty monotone,<\/p>\n

The
\nmorning like a lustrous seer above,<\/p>\n

The
\npassion of the summits lost in heaven,<\/p>\n

The
\ntitan murmur of the endless woods.<\/p>\n

As if a
\nwicket gate to joy were there<\/p>\n

Ringed
\nin with voiceless hint and magic sign,<\/p>\n

Upon the
\nmargin of an unknown world<\/p>\n

\nReclined the curve of a sun-held recess;<\/p>\n

Groves
\nwith strange flowers like eyes of gazing nymphs<\/p>\n

Peered
\nfrom their secrecy into open space,<\/p>\n

Boughs
\nwhispering to a constancy of light<\/p>\n

\nSheltered a dim and screened felicity,<\/p>\n

And
\nslowly a supine inconstant breeze<\/p>\n

Ran like
\na fleeting sigh of happiness<\/p>\n

Over
\nslumberous grasses pranked with green and gold.<\/p>\n

Hidden
\nin the forest's bosom of loneliness<\/p>\n

Amid the
\nleaves the inmate voices called,<\/p>\n

Sweet
\nlike desires enamoured and unseen,<\/p>\n

Cry
\nanswering to low insistent cry.<\/p>\n

Behind
\nslept emerald dumb remotenesses,<\/p>\n

Haunt of
\na Nature passionate, veiled, denied<\/p>\n

To all
\nbut her own vision lost and wild.<\/p>\n

Earth in
\nthis beautiful refuge free from cares<\/p>\n

\nMurmured to the soul a song of strength and peace.<\/p>\n

Only one
\nsign was there of a human tread: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nA single path, shot thin and
\narrowlike<\/p>\n

Into
\nthis bosom of vast and secret life, <\/p>\n

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\nPage <\/font>  42<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n

\nPierced its enormous dream of
\nsolitude.<\/p>\n

Here
\nfirst she met on the uncertain earth<\/p>\n

The one
\nfor whom her heart had come so far.<\/p>\n

As might
\na soul on Nature's background limned<\/p>\n

Stand
\nout for a moment in a house of dream<\/p>\n

\nCreated by the ardent breath of life,<\/p>\n

So he
\nappeared against the forest verge<\/p>\n

Inset
\ntwixt green relief and golden ray.<\/p>\n

As if a
\nweapon of the living Light,<\/p>\n

Erect
\nand lofty like a spear of God<\/p>\n

His
\nfigure led the splendour of the morn.<\/p>\n

Noble
\nand clear as the broad peaceful heavens<\/p>\n

A tablet
\nof young wisdom was his brow,<\/p>\n

\nFreedom's imperious beauty curved his limbs,<\/p>\n

The joy
\nof life was on his open face.<\/p>\n

His look
\nwas a wide daybreak of the gods, <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHis head was a youthful Rishi's
\ntouched with light; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis body was a lover's and a
\nking's.<\/p>\n

In the
\nmagnificent dawning of his force<\/p>\n

Built
\nlike a moving statue of delight<\/p>\n

He
\nillumined the border of the forest page.<\/p>\n

Out of
\nthe ignorant eager toil of the years<\/p>\n

\nAbandoning man's loud drama he had come<\/p>\n

Led by
\nthe wisdom of an adverse Fate<\/p>\n

To meet
\nthe ancient Mother in her groves.<\/p>\n

In her
\ndivine communion he had grown<\/p>\n

A
\nfoster-child of beauty and solitude,<\/p>\n

Heir to
\nthe centuries of the lonely wise,<\/p>\n

A
\nbrother of the sunshine and the sky,<\/p>\n

A
\nwanderer communing with depth and marge.<\/p>\n

A
\nVeda-knower of the unwritten book<\/p>\n

\nPerusing the mystic scripture of her forms<\/p>\n

He had
\ncaught her hierophant significances,<\/p>\n

Her
\nsphered immense imaginations learned,<\/p>\n

Taught
\nby sublimities of stream and wood<\/p>\n

And
\nvoices of the sun and star and flame<\/p>\n

And
\nchant of the magic singers on the boughs<\/p>\n

And
\nthe<\/i>
\ndumb teaching of four-footed things.<\/p>\n

\nHelping with confident steps her slow great hands<\/p>\n

He
\nleaned to her influence like a flower to rain\n<\/p>\n

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\nPage <\/font>  43<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n

\nAnd, like the flower and tree a
\nnatural growth,<\/p>\n

\nWidened with the touches of her shaping hours.<\/p>\n

The
\nmastery free natures have was his<\/p>\n

And
\ntheir assent to joy and spacious calm; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nOne with the single Spirit
\ninhabiting all,<\/p>\n

He laid
\nexperience at the Godhead's feet,<\/p>\n

His mind
\nwas open to her infinite mind,<\/p>\n

His acts
\nwere rhythmic with her primal force; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHe had subdued his mortal thought
\nto hers. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThat day he had turned from his
\naccustomed paths; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFor One who, knowing every moment's
\nload, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCan move in all our studied or
\ncareless steps, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHad laid the spell of destiny on
\nhis feet <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd drawn him to the forest's
\nflowering verge. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAt first her glance that took
\nlife's million shapes <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nImpartially to people its
\ntreasure-house <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAlong with sky and flower and hill
\nand star, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDwelt rather on the bright
\nharmonious scene. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt saw the green gold of the
\nslumbrous sward, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe grasses quivering with the slow
\nwind's tread, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe branches haunted by the wild
\nbird's call. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAwake to Nature, vague as yet to
\nlife, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe eager prisoner from the
\nInfinite, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe immortal wrestler in its mortal
\nhouse, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts pride, power, passion of a
\nstriving God, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt saw this image of veiled deity, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis thinking master creature of
\nthe earth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis last result of the beauty or
\nthe stars, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut only saw like fair and common
\nforms <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe artist spirit needs not for its
\nwork <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd puts aside in memory's shadowy
\nrooms. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA look, a turn decides our
\nill-poised fate. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThus in the hour that most
\nconcerned her all, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWandering unwarned by the slow
\nsurface mind, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe heedless scout beneath her
\ntenting lids <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAdmired indifferent beauty and
\ncared not <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo wake her body's spirit to its
\nking. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSo might she have passed by on
\nchance ignorant roads <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMissing the call of Heaven, losing
\nlife's aim, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut the god touched in time her
\nconscious soul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPage <\/font>
\n  44<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHer vision settled, caught and all
\nwas changed. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHer mind at first dwelt in ideal
\ndreams, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThose intimate transmitters of
\nearth's signs <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThat make known things a hint of
\nunseen spheres, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd saw in him the genius of the
\nspot, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA symbol figure standing mid
\nearth's scenes, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA king of life outlined in delicate
\nair. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYet this was but a moment's
\nreverie, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFor suddenly her heart looked out
\nat him, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe passionate seeing used thought
\ncannot match, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd knew one nearer than its own
\nclose strings. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll in a moment was surprised and
\nseized, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll in inconscient ecstasy lain
\nwrapped <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOr under imagination's coloured
\nlids <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHeld up in a large mirror-air of
\ndream, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBroke forth in flame to recreate
\nthe world, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd in that flame to new things she
\nwas born. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA mystic tumult from her depths
\narose; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHailed, smitten erect like one who
\ndreamed at ease,<\/p>\n

Life ran
\nto gaze from every gate of sense: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThoughts indistinct and glad in
\nmoon-mist heavens,<\/p>\n

\nFeelings as when a universe takes birth,<\/p>\n

Swept
\nthrough the turmoil of her bosom's space<\/p>\n

\nInvaded by a swarm of golden gods: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nArising to a hymn of wonder's
\npriests <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHer soul flung wide its doors to
\nthis new sun. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAn alchemy worked, the
\ntransmutation came; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe missioned face had wrought the
\nMaster's spell.<\/p>\n

In the
\nnameless light of two approaching eyes<\/p>\n

A swift
\nand fated turning of her days<\/p>\n

\nAppeared and stretched to the gleam of unknown worlds.<\/p>\n

Then
\ntrembling with the mystic shock her heart<\/p>\n

Moved in
\nher breast and cried out like a bird<\/p>\n

\n

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

\nWho<\/i>
\nhears his mate upon a neighbouring bough.<\/p>\n

Hooves
\ntrampling fast, wheels largely stumbling ceased;<\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThe chariot stood like an arrested
\nwind.<\/p>\n

And
\nSatyavan looked out from his soul's doors<\/p>\n

And felt
\nthe enchantment of her liquid voice<\/p>\n

Fill his
\nyouth's purple ambiance and endured<\/p>\n

The
\nhaunting miracle of a perfect face. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nPage <\/font>
\n
\n 45<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nMastered by the honey of a strange
\nflower-mouth,<\/p>\n

Drawn to
\nsoul-spaces opening round a brow,<\/p>\n

He
\nturned to the vision like a sea to the moon<\/p>\n

And
\nsuffered a dream of beauty and of change,<\/p>\n

\nDiscovered the aureole round a mortal's head,<\/p>\n

Adored a
\nnew divinity in things.<\/p>\n

His
\nself-bound nature foundered as in fire; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHis life was taken into another's
\nlife.<\/p>\n

The
\nsplendid lonely idols of his brain<\/p>\n

Fell
\nprostrate from their bright sufficiencies,<\/p>\n

As at
\nthe touch of a new infinite,<\/p>\n

\n

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

\nTo worship a godhead greater than
\ntheir own.<\/p>\n

An
\nunknown imperious force drew him to her.<\/p>\n

\nMarvelling he came across the golden sward: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nGaze met close gaze and clung in
\nsight's embrace. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA visage was there, noble and great
\nand calm, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs if encircled by a halo of
\nthought, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA span, an arch of meditating
\nlight, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs though some secret nimbus half
\nwas seen; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHer inner vision still remembering
\nknew <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA forehead that wore the crown of
\nall her past, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTwo eyes her constant and eternal
\nstars, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nComrade and sovereign eyes that
\nclaimed her soul, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLids known through many lives,
\nlarge frames of love. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe met in her regard his future's
\ngaze, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA promise and a presence and a
\nfire, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSaw an embodiment of aeonic dreams, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA mystery of the rapture for which
\nall <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYearns in this world of brief
\nmortality <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMade in material shape his very
\nown. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis golden figure given to his
\ngrasp <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHid in its breast the key of all
\nhis aims, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA spell to bring the Immortal's
\nbliss on earth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo mate with heaven's truth our
\nmortal thought, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo lift earth-hearts nearer the
\nEternal's sun. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn these great spirits now
\nincarnate here <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLove brought down power out of
\neternity <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo make of life his new undying
\nbase. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis passion surged a wave from
\nfathomless deeps, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt leapt to earth from far
\nforgotten heights, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPage <\/font> 46<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nBut kept its nature of infinity. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOn the dumb bosom of this oblivious
\nglobe <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAlthough as unknown beings we seem
\nto meet, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOur lives are not aliens nor as
\nstrangers join, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMoved to each other by a causeless
\nforce. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe soul can recognise its
\nanswering soul <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAcross dividing Time and, on Life's
\nroads <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAbsorbed wrapped traveller, turning
\nit recovers <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFamiliar splendours in an unknown
\nface <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd touched by the warning finger
\nof swift love <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt thrills again to an immortal joy <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWearing a mortal body for delight.<\/p>\n

There is
\na Power within that knows beyond <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nOur knowings; we are greater than
\nour thoughts, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd sometimes earth unveils that
\nvision here. <\/p>\n

To live,
\nto love are signs of infinite things, <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nLove is a glory from eternity's
\nspheres. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAbased, disfigured, mocked by baser
\nmights <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThat steal his name and shape and
\necstasy, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe is still the Godhead by which
\nall can change. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA mystery wakes in our inconscient
\nstuff, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA bliss is born that can remake our
\nlife.<\/p>\n

Love
\ndwells in us like an unopened flower <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAwaiting a rapid moment of the
\nsoul, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOr he roams in his charmed sleep
\nmid thoughts and things, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe child-god is at play, he seeks
\nhimself <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn many hearts and minds and living
\nforms: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe lingers for a sign that he can
\nknow <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd, when it comes, wakes blindly
\nto a voice, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA look, a touch, the meaning of a
\nface. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis instrument the dim corporeal
\nmind, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOf celestial insight now forgetful
\ngrown, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe seizes on some sign of outward
\ncharm <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo guide him mid the throng of
\nNature's hints, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nReads heavenly truths into earth's
\nsemblances,<\/p>\n

\nDesires the image for the Godhead's sake,<\/p>\n

\nDivines the immortalities of form <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd takes the body for the
\nsculptured soul.<\/p>\n

\nLove's adoration like a mystic seer<\/p>\n

\nThrough vision looks at the invisible, <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n

\nPage <\/font>  47<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nIn earth's alphabet finds a
\nGod-like sense; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut the mind only thinks, "Behold
\nthe one<\/p>\n

For whom
\nmy life has waited long unfilled,<\/p>\n

Behold
\nthe sudden sovereign of my days."<\/p>\n

Heart
\nfeels for heart, limb cries for answering limb;<\/p>\n

All
\nstrives to enforce the unity all is.<\/p>\n

Too far
\nfrom the Divine, Love seeks his truth<\/p>\n

And life
\nis blind and the instruments deceive<\/p>\n

And
\nPowers are there that labour to debase. <\/p>\n

\n

Still
\ncan the vision come, the joy arrive.<\/p>\n

Rare is
\nthe cup fit for love's nectar wine, <\/p>\n

\n

As rare
\nthe vessel that can hold God's birth,<\/p>\n

A soul
\nmade ready through a thousand year<\/p>\n

Is the
\nliving mould of a supreme Descent.<\/p>\n

These
\nknew each other though in forms thus strange.<\/p>\n

\nAlthough to sight unknown, although life, mind<\/p>\n

Had
\naltered to hold a new significance,<\/p>\n

These
\nbodies summed the drift of numberless births<\/p>\n

And the
\nspirit to the spirit was the same.<\/p>\n

Amazed
\nby a joy for which they had waited long,<\/p>\n

The
\nlovers met upon their different paths,<\/p>\n

\nTravellers across the limitless plains of Time<\/p>\n

\nTogether drawn from fate-led journeyings<\/p>\n

In the
\nself-closed solitude of their human past,<\/p>\n

To a
\nswift rapturous dream of future joy<\/p>\n

And the
\nunexpected present of these eyes.<\/p>\n

By the
\nrevealing greatness of a look,<\/p>\n

\nForm-smitten the spirit's memory woke in sense.<\/p>\n

The mist
\nwas torn that lay between two lives;<\/p>\n

Her
\nheart unveiled and his to find her turned;<\/p>\n

\nAttracted as in heaven star by star,<\/p>\n

They
\nwondered at each other and rejoiced<\/p>\n

And wove
\naffinity in a silent gaze.<\/p>\n

A moment
\npassed that was eternity's ray,<\/p>\n

An hour
\nbegan, the matrix of new Time,<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nPage <\/font> 48<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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