| (S 1) | ||
| 150 | Thus taken was God’s plunge into the Night. | EoS |
| (S 2) | ||
| This fallen world became a nurse of souls | ||
| Inhabited by concealed divinity. | ||
| (S 3) | ||
| A Being woke and lived in the meaningless void, | EoS | |
| A world-wide Nescience strove towards life and thought, | ||
| 155 | A Consciousness plucked out from mindless sleep. | |
| (S 4) | ||
| All here is driven by an insentient will. | ||
| (S 5) | ||
| Thus fallen, inconscient, frustrate, dense, inert, | ||
| Sunk into inanimate and torpid drowse | ||
| Earth lay, a drudge of sleep, forced to create | ||
| 160 | By a subconscient yearning memory | |
| Left from a happiness dead before she was born, | ||
| An alien wonder on her senseless breast. | ||
| (S 6) | ||
| This mire must harbour the orchid and the rose, | ||
| From her blind unwilling substance must emerge | ||
| 165 | A beauty that belongs to happier spheres. | |
| (S 7) | ||
| This is the destiny bequeathed to her, | EoS | |
| As if a slain god left a golden trust | ||
| To a blind force and an imprisoned soul. | ||
| (S 8) | ||
| An immortal godhead’s perishable parts | ||
| 170 | She must reconstitute from fragments lost, | |
| Reword from a document complete elsewhere | ||
| Her doubtful title to her divine Name. | ||
| (S 9) | ||
| A residue her sole inheritance, | ||
| All things she carries in her shapeless dust. | ||
| (S 10) | ||
| 175 | Her giant energy tied to petty forms | EoS |
| In the slow tentative motion of her power | ||
| With only frail blunt instruments for use, | ||
| She has accepted as her nature’s need | ||
| And given to man as his stupendous work | ||
| 180 | A labour to the gods impossible. | |
| (S 11) | ||
| A life living hardly in a field of death | EoS | |
| Its portion claims of immortality; | ||
| A brute half-conscious body serves as means | ||
| A mind that must recover a knowledge lost | ||
| 185 | Held in stone grip by the world’s inconscience, | |
| And wearing still these countless knots of Law | ||
| A spirit bound stand up as Nature’s king. | ||
| (S 12) | ||
| A mighty kinship is this daring’s cause. | ||
| (S 13) | ||
| All we attempt in this imperfect world, | ||
| 190 | Looks forward or looks back beyond Time’s gloss | |
| To its pure idea and firm inviolate type | ||
| In an absolute creation’s flawless skill. | ||
| (S 14) | ||
| To seize the absolute in shapes that pass, | ||
| To fix the eternal’s touch in time-made things, | ||
| 195 | This is the law of all perfection here. | |
| (S 15) | ||
| A fragment here is caught of heaven’s design; | ||
| Else could we never hope for greater life | ||
| And ecstasy and glory could not be. | ||
| (S 16) | ||
| Even in the littleness of our mortal state, | EoS | |
| 200 | Even in this prison-house of outer form, | |
| A brilliant passage for the infallible Flame | ||
| Is driven through gross walls of nerve and brain, | ||
| A Splendour presses or a Power breaks through, | ||
| Earth’s great dull barrier is removed awhile, | ||
| 205 | The inconscient seal is lifted from our eyes | |
| And we grow vessels of creative might. | ||
| (S 17) | ||
| The enthusiasm of a divine surprise | ||
| Pervades our life, a mystic stir is felt, | ||
| A joyful anguish trembles in our limbs; | ||
| 210 | A dream of beauty dances through the heart, | |
| A thought from the eternal Mind draws near, | ||
| Intimations cast from the Invisible | ||
| Awaking from Infinity’s sleep come down, | ||
| Symbols of That which never yet was made. | ||
| (S 18) | ||
| 215 | But soon the inert flesh responds no more, | EoS |
| Then sinks the sacred orgy of delight, | ||
| The blaze of passion and the tide of power | ||
| Are taken from us and, though a glowing form | ||
| Abides astonishing earth, imagined supreme, | ||
| 220 | Too little of what was meant has left a trace. | |
| (S 19) | ||
| Earth’s eyes half-see, her forces half-create; | ||
| Her rarest works are copies of heaven’s art. | ||
| (S 20) | ||
| A radiance of a golden artifice, | ||
| A masterpiece of inspired device and rule, | ||
| 225 | Her forms hide what they house and only mime | |
| The unseized miracle of self-born shapes | ||
| That live for ever in the Eternal’s gaze. | ||
| (S 21) | ||
| Here in a difficult half-finished world | EoS | |
| Is a slow toiling of unconscious Powers; | ||
| 230 | Here is man’s ignorant divining mind, | |
| His genius born from an inconscient soil. | ||
| (S 22) | ||
| To copy on earth’s copies is his art. | ||
| (S 23) | ||
| For when he strives for things surpassing earth, | ||
| Too rude the workman’s tools, too crude his stuff, | ||
| 235 | And hardly with his heart’s blood he achieves | |
| His transient house of the divine Idea, | ||
| His figure of a Time-inn for the Unborn. | ||
| (S 24) | ||
| Our being thrills with high far memories | ||
| And would bring down their dateless meanings here, | ||
| 240 | But, too divine for earthly Nature’s scheme, | |
| Beyond our reach the eternal marvels blaze. | ||
| (S 25) | ||
| Absolute they dwell, unborn, immutable, | ||
| Immaculate in the Spirit’s deathless air, | ||
| Immortal in a world of motionless Time | ||
| 245 | And an unchanging muse of deep self-space. | |
| (S 26) | ||
| Only when we have climbed above ourselves, | ||
| A line of the Transcendent meets our road | ||
| And joins us to the timeless and the true; | ||
| It brings to us the inevitable word, | ||
| 250 | The godlike act, the thoughts that never die. | |
| (S 27) | ||
| A ripple of light and glory wraps the brain, | EoS | |
| And travelling down the moment’s vanishing route | ||
| The figures of eternity arrive. | ||
| (S 28) | ||
| As the mind’s visitors or the heart’s guests | ||
| 255 | They espouse our mortal brevity awhile, | |
| Or seldom in some rare delivering glimpse | ||
| Are caught by our vision’s delicate surmise. | ||
| (S 29) | ||
| Although beginnings only and first attempts, | EoS | |
| These glimmerings point to the secret of our birth | ||
| 260 | And the hidden miracle of our destiny. | |
| (S 30) | ||
| What we are there and here on earth shall be | ||
| Is imaged in a contact and a call. | ||
| (S 31) | ||
| As yet earth’s imperfection is our sphere, | ||
| Our nature’s glass shows not our real self; | ||
| 265 | That greatness still abides held back within. | |
| (S 32) | ||
| Earth’s doubting future hides our heritage: | EoS | |
| The Light now distant shall grow native here, | ||
| The Strength that visits us our comrade power; | ||
| The Ineffable shall find a secret voice, | ||
| 270 | The Imperishable burn through Matter’s screen | |
| Making this mortal body godhead’s robe. | ||
| (S 33) | ||
| The Spirit’s greatness is our timeless source | ||
| And it shall be our crown in endless Time. | ||
| (S 34) | ||
| A vast Unknown is round us and within; | ||
| 275 | All things are wrapped in the dynamic One: | |
| A subtle link of union joins all life. | ||
| (S 35) | ||
| Thus all creation is a single chain: | EoS | |
| We are not left alone in a closed scheme | ||
| Between a driving of inconscient Force | ||
| 280 | And an incommunicable Absolute. | |
| (S 36) | ||
| Our life is a spur in a sublime soul-range, | ||
| Our being looks beyond its walls of mind | ||
| And it communicates with greater worlds; | ||
| There are brighter earths and wider heavens than ours. | ||
| (S 37) | ||
| 285 | There are realms where Being broods in its own depths; | EoS |
| It feels in its immense dynamic core | ||
| Its nameless, unformed, unborn potencies | ||
| Cry for expression in the unshaped Vast: | ||
| Ineffable beyond Ignorance and death, | EoS | |
| 290 | The images of its everlasting Truth | |
| Look out from a chamber of its self-rapt soul: | ||
| As if to its own inner witness gaze | ||
| The Spirit holds up its mirrored self and works, | ||
| The power and passion of its timeless heart, | ||
| 295 | The figures of its formless ecstasy, | |
| The grandeurs of its multitudinous might. | ||
| (S 38) | ||
| Thence comes the mystic substance of our souls | ||
| Into the prodigy of our nature’s birth, | ||
| There is the unfallen height of all we are | ||
| 300 | And dateles fount of all we hope to be. | |
| (S 39) | ||
| On every plane the hieratic Power, | ||
| Initiate of unspoken verities, | ||
| Dreams to transcribe and make a part of life | ||
| In its own native style and living tongue | ||
| 305 | Some trait of the perfection of the Unborn, | |
| Some vision seen in the omniscient Light, | ||
| Some far tone of the immortal rhapsodist Voice, | ||
| Some rapture of the all-creating Bliss, | ||
| Some form and plan of the Beauty unutterable. | ||
| (S 40) | ||
| 310 | Worlds are there nearer to those absolute realms, | EoS |
| Where the response to Truth is swift and sure | ||
| And spirit is not hampered by its frame | ||
| And hearts by sharp division seized and rent | ||
| And delight and beauty are inhabitants | ||
| 315 | And love and sweetness are the law of life. | |
| (S 41) | ||
| A finer substance in a subtler mould | ||
| Embodies the divinity earth but dreams; | ||
| Its strength can overtake joy’s running feet; | ||
| Overleaping the fixed hurdles set by Time, | ||
| 320 | The rapid net of an intuitive clasp | |
| Captures the fugitive happiness we desire. | ||
| (S 42) | ||
| A Nature lifted by a larger breath, | ||
| Plastic and passive to the all-shaping Fire, | ||
| Answers the flaming Godhead’s casual touch: | ||
| 325 | Immune from our inertia of response | |
| It hears the word to which our hearts are deaf, | ||
| Adopts the seeing of immortal eyes | ||
| And, traveller on the roads of line and hue, | ||
| Pursues the spirit of beauty to its home. | ||
| (S 43) | ||
| 330 | Thus we draw near to the All-Wonderful | |
| Following his rapture in things as sign and guide; | ||
| Beauty is his footprint showing us where he has passed, | ||
| Love is his heart-beats’ rhythm in mortal breasts, | ||
| Happiness the smile on his adorable face. | ||
| (S 44) | ||
| 335 | A communion of spiritual entities, | EoS |
| A genius of creative Immanence, | ||
| Makes all creation deeply intimate: | ||
| A fourth dimension of aesthetic sense | ||
| Where all is in ourselves, ourselves in all, | ||
| 340 | To the cosmic wideness re-aligns our souls. | |
| (S 45) | ||
| A kindling rapture joins the seer and seen; | EoS | |
| The craftsman and the craft grown inly one | ||
| Achieve perfection by the magic throb | ||
| And passion of their close identity. | ||
| (S 46) | ||
| 345 | All that we slowly piece from gathered parts, | |
| Or by long labour stumblingly evolve, | ||
| Is there self-born by its eternal right. | ||
| (S 47) | ||
| In us too the intuitive Fire can burn; | ||
| An agent Light, it is coiled in our folded hearts, | ||
| 350 | On the celestial levels is its home: | |
| Descending, it can bring those heavens here. | ||
| (S 48) | ||
| But rarely burns the flame nor burns for long; | EoS | |
| The joy it calls from those diviner heights | ||
| Brings brief magnificent reminiscences | ||
| 355 | And high splendid glimpses of interpreting thought, | |
| But not the utter vision and delight. | ||
| (S 49) | ||
| A veil is kept, something is still held back, | ||
| Lest, captives of the beauty and the joy, | ||
| Our souls forget to the Highest to aspire. |
Book 2, Canto 2 – The Kingdom of Subtle Matter, Section 2Savitri Bhavan2023-03-31T11:17:16+00:00