| (S 1) | ||
| A MORN that seemed a new creation’s front, | ||
| Bringing a greater sunlight, happier skies, | ||
| Came burdened with a beauty moved and strange | ||
| Out of the changeless origin of things. | ||
| (S 2) | ||
| 5 | An ancient longing struck again new roots: | |
| The air drank deep of unfulfilled desire; | ||
| The high trees trembled with a wandering wind | ||
| Like souls that quiver at the approach of joy, | ||
| And in a bosom of green secrecy | ||
| 10 | For ever of its one love-note untired | |
| A lyric co¨ıl cried among the leaves. | ||
| (S 3) | ||
| Away from the terrestrial murmur turned | ||
| Where transient calls and answers mix their flood, | ||
| King Aswapati listened through the ray | ||
| 15 | To other sounds than meet the sense-formed ear. | |
| (S 4) | ||
| On a subtle interspace which rings our life, | ||
| Unlocked were the inner spirit’s trance-closed doors: | ||
| The inaudible strain in Nature could be caught; | ||
| Across this cyclic tramp of eager lives, | ||
| 20 | Across the deep urgency of present cares, | |
| Earth’s wordless hymn to the Ineffable | ||
| Arose from the silent heart of the cosmic Void; | ||
| He heard the voice repressed of unborn Powers | ||
| Murmuring behind the luminous bars of Time. | ||
| (S 5) | ||
| 25 | Again the mighty yearning raised its flame | |
| That asks a perfect life on earth for men | ||
| And prays for certainty in the uncertain mind | ||
| And shadowless bliss for suffering human hearts | ||
| And Truth embodied in an ignorant world | ||
| 30 | And godhead divinising mortal forms. | |
| (S 6) | ||
| A word that leaped from some far sky of thought, | ||
| Admitted by the cowled receiving scribe | ||
| Traversed the echoing passages of his brain | ||
| And left its stamp on the recording cells. | ||
| (S 7) | ||
| 35 | “O Force-compelled, Fate-driven earth-born race, | |
| O petty adventurers in an infinite world | ||
| And prisoners of a dwarf humanity, | ||
| How long will you tread the circling tracks of mind | ||
| Around your little self and petty things? | ||
| (S 8) | ||
| 40 | But not for a changeless littleness were you meant, | |
| Not for vain repetition were you built; | ||
| Out of the Immortal’s substance you were made; | ||
| Your actions can be swift revealing steps, | ||
| Your life a changeful mould for growing gods. | ||
| (S 9) | ||
| 45 | A Seer, a strong Creator, is within, | |
| The immaculate Grandeur broods upon your days, | ||
| Almighty powers are shut in Nature’s cells. | ||
| (S 10) | ||
| A greater destiny waits you in your front: | ||
| This transient earthly being if he wills | ||
| 50 | Can fit his acts to a transcendent scheme. | |
| (S 11) | ||
| He who now stares at the world with ignorant eyes | ||
| Hardly from the Inconscient’s night aroused, | ||
| That look at images and not at Truth, | ||
| Can fill those orbs with an immortal’s sight. | ||
| (S 12) | ||
| 55 | Yet shall the godhead grow within your hearts, | |
| You shall awake into the spirit’s air | ||
| And feel the breaking walls of mortal mind | ||
| And hear the message which left life’s heart dumb | ||
| And look through Nature with sun-gazing lids | ||
| 60 | And blow your conch-shells at the Eternal’s gate. | |
| (S 13) | ||
| Authors of earth’s high change, to you it is given | ||
| To cross the dangerous spaces of the soul | ||
| And touch the mighty Mother stark awake | ||
| And meet the Omnipotent in this house of flesh | ||
| 65 | And make of life the million-bodied One. | |
| (S 14) | ||
| The earth you tread is a border screened from heaven; | ||
| The life you lead conceals the light you are. | ||
| (S 15) | ||
| Immortal Powers sweep flaming past your doors; | ||
| Far-off upon your tops the god-chant sounds | ||
| 70 | While to exceed yourselves thought’s trumpets call, | |
| Heard by a few, but fewer dare aspire, | ||
| The nympholepts of the ecstasy and the blaze. | ||
| (S 16) | ||
| An epic of hope and failure breaks earth’s heart; | ||
| Her force and will exceed her form and fate. | ||
| (S 17) | ||
| 75 | A goddess in a net of transience caught, | |
| Self-bound in the pastures of death she dreams of life, | ||
| Self-racked with the pains of hell aspires to joy, | ||
| And builds to hope her altars of despair, | ||
| Knows that one high step might enfranchise all | ||
| 80 | And, suffering, looks for greatness in her sons. | |
| (S 18) | ||
| But dim in human hearts the ascending fire, | ||
| The invisible Grandeur sits unworshipped there; | ||
| Man sees the Highest in a limiting form | ||
| Or looks upon a Person, hears a Name. | ||
| (S 19) | ||
| 85 | He turns for little gains to ignorant Powers | |
| Or kindles his altar lights to a demon face. | ||
| (S 20) | ||
| He loves the Ignorance fathering his pain. | ||
| (S 21) | ||
| A spell is laid upon his glorious strengths; | ||
| He has lost the inner Voice that led his thoughts, | ||
| 90 | And masking the oracular tripod seat | |
| A specious Idol fills the marvel shrine. | ||
| (S 22) | ||
| The great Illusion wraps him in its veils, | ||
| The soul’s deep intimations come in vain, | ||
| In vain is the unending line of seers, | ||
| 95 | The sages ponder in unsubstantial light, | |
| The poets lend their voice to outward dreams, | ||
| A homeless fire inspires the prophet tongues. | ||
| (S 23) | ||
| Heaven’s flaming lights descend and back return, | ||
| The luminous Eye approaches and retires; | ||
| 100 | Eternity speaks, none understands its word; | |
| Fate is unwilling and the Abyss denies; | ||
| The Inconscient’s mindless waters block all done. | ||
| (S 24) | ||
| Only a little lifted is Mind’s screen; | ||
| The Wise who know see but one half of Truth, | ||
| 105 | The strong climb hardly to a low-peaked height, | |
| The hearts that yearn are given one hour to love. | ||
| (S 25) | ||
| His tale half told, falters the secret Bard; | ❊ | |
| The gods are still too few in mortal forms.” | ||
| (S 26) | ||
| The Voice withdrew into its hidden skies. | The Voice withdrew into its hidden skies. | |
| (S 27) | ||
| 110 | But like a shining answer from the gods | |
| Approached through sun-bright spaces Savitri. | ||
| (S 28) | ||
| Advancing amid tall heaven-pillaring trees, | ||
| Apparelled in her flickering-coloured robe | ||
| She seemed, burning towards the eternal realms, | ||
| 115 | A bright moved torch of incense and of flame | |
| That from the sky-roofed temple-soil of earth | ||
| A pilgrim hand lifts in an invisible shrine. | ||
| (S 29) | ||
| There came the gift of a revealing hour: | ||
| He saw through depths that reinterpret all, | ||
| 120 | Limited not now by the dull body’s eyes, | |
| New-found through an arch of clear discovery, | ||
| This intimation of the world’s delight, | ||
| This wonder of the divine Artist’s make | ||
| Carved like a nectar-cup for thirsty gods, | ||
| 125 | This breathing Scripture of the Eternal’s joy, | |
| This net of sweetness woven of aureate fire. | ||
| (S 30) | ||
| Transformed the delicate image-face became | ||
| A deeper Nature’s self-revealing sign, | ||
| A gold-leaf palimpsest of sacred births, | ||
| 130 | A grave world-symbol chiselled out of life. | |
| (S 31) | ||
| Her brow, a copy of clear unstained heavens, | ||
| Was meditation’s pedestal and defence, | ||
| The very room and smile of musing Space, | ||
| Its brooding line infinity’s symbol curve. | ||
| (S 32) | ||
| 135 | Amid her tresses’ cloudy multitude | |
| Her long eyes shadowed as by wings of Night | ||
| Under that moon-gold forehead’s dreaming breadth | ||
| Were seas of love and thought that held the world; | ||
| Marvelling at life and earth they saw truths far. | ||
| (S 33) | ||
| 140 | A deathless meaning filled her mortal limbs; | |
| As in a golden vase’s poignant line | ||
| They seemed to carry the rhythmic sob of bliss | ||
| Of earth’s mute adoration towards heaven | ||
| Released in beauty’s cry of living form | ||
| 145 | Towards the perfection of eternal things. | |
| (S 34) | ||
| Transparent grown the ephemeral living dress | ||
| Bared the expressive deity to his view. | ||
| (S 35) | ||
| Escaped from surface sight and mortal sense | ||
| The seizing harmony of its shapes became | ||
| 150 | The strange significant icon of a Power | |
| Renewing its inscrutable descent | ||
| Into a human figure of its works | ||
| That stood out in life’s bold abrupt relief | ||
| On the soil of the evolving universe, | ||
| 155 | A godhead sculptured on a wall of thought, | |
| Mirrored in the flowing hours and dimly shrined | ||
| In Matter as in a cathedral cave. | ||
| (S 36) | ||
| Annulled were the transient values of the mind, | ||
| The body’s sense renounced its earthly look; | ||
| 160 | Immortal met immortal in their gaze. | |
| (S 37) | ||
| Awaked from the close spell of daily use | ||
| That hides soul-truth with the outward form’s disguise, | ||
| He saw through the familiar cherished limbs | ||
| The great and unknown spirit born his child. | ||
| (S 38) | ||
| 165 | An impromptu from the deeper sight within, | |
| Thoughts rose in him that knew not their own scope. | ||
| (S 39) | ||
| Then to those large and brooding depths whence Love | ||
| Regarded him across the straits of mind, | ||
| He spoke in sentences from the unseen Heights. | ||
| (S 40) | ||
| 170 | For the hidden prompters of our speech sometimes | |
| Can use the formulas of a moment’s mood | ||
| To weigh unconscious lips with words from Fate: | ||
| A casual passing phrase can change our life. | ||
| (S 41) | ||
| “O spirit, traveller of eternity, | ||
| 175 | Who cam’st from the immortal spaces here | |
| Armed for the splendid hazard of thy life | ||
| To set thy conquering foot on Chance and Time, | ||
| The moon shut in her halo dreams like thee. | ||
| (S 42) | ||
| A mighty Presence still defends thy frame. | ||
| (S 43) | ||
| 180 | Perhaps the heavens guard thee for some great soul, | |
| Thy fate, thy work are kept somewhere afar. | ||
| (S 44) | ||
| Thy spirit came not down a star alone. | ||
| (S 45) | ||
| O living inscription of the beauty of love | ||
| Missalled in aureate virginity, | ||
| 185 | What message of heavenly strength and bliss in thee | |
| Is written with the Eternal’s sun-white script, | ||
| One shall discover and greaten with it his life | ||
| To whom thou loosenest thy heart’s jewelled strings. | ||
| (S 46) | ||
| O rubies of silence, lips from which there stole | ||
| 190 | Low laughter, music of tranquillity, | |
| Star-lustrous eyes awake in sweet large night | ||
| And limbs like fine-linked poems made of gold | ||
| Stanzaed to glimmering curves by artist gods, | ||
| Depart where love and destiny call your charm. | ||
| (S 47) | ||
| 195 | Venture through the deep world to find thy mate. | |
| (S 48) | ||
| For somewhere on the longing breast of earth, | ||
| Thy unknown lover waits for thee the unknown. | ||
| (S 49) | ||
| Thy soul has strength and needs no other guide | ||
| Than One who burns within thy bosom’s powers. | ||
| (S 50) | ||
| 200 | There shall draw near to meet thy approaching steps | |
| The second self for whom thy nature asks, | ||
| He who shall walk until thy body’s end | ||
| A close-bound traveller pacing with thy pace, | ||
| The lyrist of thy soul’s most intimate chords | ||
| 205 | Who shall give voice to what in thee is mute. | |
| (S 51) | ||
| Then shall you grow like vibrant kindred harps, | ||
| One in the beats of difference and delight, | ||
| Responsive in divine and equal strains, | ||
| Discovering new notes of the eternal theme. | ||
| (S 52) | ||
| 210 | One force shall be your mover and your guide, | |
| One light shall be around you and within; | ||
| Hand in strong hand confront Heaven’s question, life: | ||
| Challenge the ordeal of the immense disguise. | ||
| (S 53) | ||
| Ascend from Nature to divinity’s heights; | ||
| 215 | Face the high gods, crowned with felicity, | |
| Then meet a greater god, thy self beyond Time.” | ||
| (S 54) | ||
| This word was seed of all the thing to be: | ||
| A hand from some Greatness opened her heart’s locked doors | ||
| And showed the work for which her strength was born. | ||
| (S 55) | ||
| 220 | As when the mantra sinks in Yoga’s ear, | |
| Its message enters stirring the blind brain | ||
| And keeps in the dim ignorant cells its sound; | ||
| The hearer understands a form of words | ||
| And, musing on the index thought it holds, | ||
| 225 | He strives to read it with the labouring mind, | |
| But finds bright hints, not the embodied truth: | ||
| Then, falling silent in himself to know | ||
| He meets the deeper listening of his soul: | ||
| The Word repeats itself in rhythmic strains: | ||
| 230 | Thought, vision, feeling, sense, the body’s self | |
| Are seized unutterably and he endures | ||
| An ecstasy and an immortal change; | ||
| He feels a Wideness and becomes a Power, | ||
| All knowledge rushes on him like a sea: | ||
| 235 | Transmuted by the white spiritual ray | |
| He walks in naked heavens of joy and calm, | ||
| Sees the God-face and hears transcendent speech: | ||
| An equal greatness in her life was sown. | ||
| (S 56) | ||
| Accustomed scenes were now an ended play: | ||
| 240 | Moving in muse amid familiar powers, | |
| Touched by new magnitudes and fiery signs, | ||
| She turned to vastnesses not yet her own; | ||
| Allured her heart throbbed to unknown sweetnesses; | ||
| The secrets of an unseen world were close. | ||
| (S 57) | ||
| 245 | The morn went up into a smiling sky; | |
| Cast from its sapphire pinnacle of trance | ||
| Day sank into the burning gold of eve; | ||
| The moon floated, a luminous waif through heaven | ||
| And sank below the oblivious edge of dream; | ||
| 250 | Night lit the watch-fires of eternity. | |
| (S 58) | ||
| Then all went back into mind’s secret caves; | ||
| A darkness stooping on the heaven-bird’s wings | ||
| Sealed in her senses from external sight | ||
| And opened the stupendous depths of sleep. | ||
| (S 59) | ||
| 255 | When the pale dawn slipped through Night’s shadowy guard, | |
| Vainly the new-born light desired her face; | ||
| The palace woke to its own emptiness; | ||
| The sovereign of its daily joys was far; | ||
| Her moonbeam feet tinged not the lucent floors: | ||
| 260 | The beauty and divinity were gone. | |
| (S 60) | ||
| Delight had fled to search the spacious world. | 
			Book 4, Canto 3 – The Call to the Quest, Section 1Savitri Bhavan2019-07-24T09:45:07+00:00