| (S 1) | ||
| Ascending still her spirit’s upward route | ||
| She came into a high and happy space, | ||
| A wide tower of vision whence all could be seen | ||
| 410 | And all was centred in a single view | |
| As when by distance separate scenes grow one | ||
| And a harmony is made of hues at war. | ||
| (S 2) | ||
| The wind was still and fragrance packed the air. | ||
| (S 3) | ||
| There was a carol of birds and murmur of bees, | ||
| 415 | And all that is common and natural and sweet, | |
| Yet intimately divine to heart and soul. | ||
| (S 4) | ||
| A nearness thrilled of the spirit to its source | ||
| And deepest things seemed obvious, close and true. | ||
| (S 5) | ||
| Here, living centre of that vision of peace, | EoS | |
| 420 | A Woman sat in clear and crystal light: | |
| Heaven had unveiled its lustre in her eyes, | ||
| Her feet were moonbeams, her face was a bright sun, | ||
| Her smile could persuade a dead lacerated heart | ||
| To live again and feel the hands of calm. | ||
| (S 6) | ||
| 425 | A low music heard became her floating voice: | EoS |
| “O Savitri, I am thy secret soul. | ||
| (S 7) | ||
| I have come down to the wounded desolate earth | ||
| To heal her pangs and lull her heart to rest | ||
| And lay her head upon the Mother’s lap | ||
| 430 | That she may dream of God and know his peace | |
| And draw the harmony of higher spheres | ||
| Into the rhythm of earth’s rude troubled days. | ||
| (S 8) | ||
| I show to her the figures of bright gods | ||
| And bring strength and solace to her struggling life; | ||
| 435 | High things that now are only words and forms | |
| I reveal to her in the body of their power. | ||
| (S 9) | ||
| I am peace that steals into man’s war-worn breast, | ||
| Amid the reign of Hell his acts create | ||
| A hostel where Heaven’s messengers can lodge; | ||
| 440 | I am charity with the kindly hands that bless, | |
| I am silence mid the noisy tramp of life; | ||
| I am Knowledge poring on her cosmic map. | ||
| (S 10) | ||
| In the anomalies of the human heart | ||
| Where Good and Evil are close bedfellows | ||
| 445 | And Light is by Darkness dogged at every step, | |
| Where his largest knowledge is an ignorance, | ||
| I am the Power that labours towards the best | ||
| And works for God and looks up towards the heights. | ||
| (S 11) | ||
| I make even sin and error stepping-stones | EoS | |
| 450 | And all experience a long march towards Light. | |
| (S 12) | ||
| Out of the Inconscient I build consciousness, | ||
| And lead through death to reach immortal Life. | ||
| (S 13) | ||
| Many are God’s forms by which he grows in man; | ||
| They stamp his thoughts and deeds with divinity, | ||
| 455 | Uplift the stature of the human clay | |
| Or slowly transmute it into heaven’s gold. | ||
| (S 14) | ||
| He is the Good for which men fight and die, | EoS | |
| He is the war of Right with Titan wrong; | ||
| He is Freedom rising deathless from her pyre; | ||
| 460 | He is Valour guarding still the desperate pass | |
| Or lone and erect on the shattered barricade | ||
| Or a sentinel in the dangerous echoing Night. | ||
| (S 15) | ||
| He is the crown of the martyr burned in flame | ||
| And the glad resignation of the saint | ||
| 465 | And courage indifferent to the wounds of Time | |
| And the hero’s might wrestling with death and fate. | ||
| (S 16) | ||
| He is Wisdom incarnate on a glorious throne | ||
| And the calm autocracy of the sage’s rule. | ||
| (S 17) | ||
| He is the high and solitary Thought | ||
| 470 | Aloof above the ignorant multitude: | |
| He is the prophet’s voice, the sight of the seer. | ||
| (S 18) | ||
| He is Beauty, nectar of the passionate soul, | ||
| He is the Truth by which the spirit lives. | ||
| (S 19) | ||
| He is the riches of the spiritual Vast | ||
| 475 | Poured out in healing streams on indigent Life; | |
| He is Eternity lured from hour to hour, | ||
| He is infinity in a little space: | ||
| He is immortality in the arms of death. | ||
| (S 20) | ||
| These powers I am and at my call they come. | ||
| (S 21) | ||
| 480 | Thus slowly I lift man’s soul nearer the Light. | |
| (S 22) | ||
| But human mind clings to its ignorance | EoS | |
| And to its littleness the human heart | ||
| And to its right to grief the earthly life. | ||
| (S 23) | ||
| Only when Eternity takes Time by the hand, | ||
| 485 | Only when infinity weds the finite’s thought, | |
| Can man be free from himself and live with God. | ||
| (S 24) | ||
| I bring meanwhile the gods upon the earth; | ||
| I bring back hope to the despairing heart; | ||
| I give peace to the humble and the great, | ||
| 490 | And shed my grace on the foolish and the wise. | |
| (S 25) | ||
| I shall save earth, if earth consents to be saved. | EoS | |
| (S 26) | ||
| Then Love shall at last unwounded tread earth’s soil; | ||
| Man’s mind shall admit the sovereignty of Truth | ||
| And body bear the immense descent of God.” | ||
| (S 27) | ||
| 495 | She spoke and from the ignorant nether plane | |
| A cry, a warped echo naked and shuddering came. | ||
| (S 28) | ||
| A voice of the sense-shackled human mind | ||
| Carried its proud complaint of godlike power | ||
| by the limits of a mortal’s thoughts,Hedged | ||
| 500 | Bound in the chains of earthly ignorance. | |
| (S 29) | ||
| Imprisoned in his body and his brain | EoS | |
| The mortal cannot see God’s mighty whole, | ||
| Or share in his vast and deep identity | ||
| Who stands unguessed within our ignorant hearts | ||
| 505 | And knows all things because he is one with all. | |
| (S 30) | ||
| Man only sees the cosmic surfaces. | ||
| (S 31) | ||
| Then wondering what may lie hid from the sense | ||
| A little way he delves to depths below: | ||
| But soon he stops, he cannot reach life’s core | ||
| 510 | Or commune with the throbbing heart of things. | |
| (S 32) | ||
| He sees the naked body of the Truth | ||
| Though often baffled by her endless garbs, | ||
| But cannot look upon her soul within. | ||
| (S 33) | ||
| Then, furious for a knowledge absolute, | ||
| 515 | He tears all details out and stabs and digs: | |
| Only the shape’s contents he holds for use; | ||
| The spirit escapes or dies beneath his knife. | ||
| (S 34) | ||
| He sees as a blank stretch, a giant waste | ||
| The crowding riches of infinity. | ||
| (S 35) | ||
| 520 | The finite he has made his central field, | |
| Its plan dissects, masters its processes, | ||
| That which moves all is hidden from his gaze, | ||
| His poring eyes miss the unseen behind. | ||
| (S 36) | ||
| He has the blind man’s subtle unerring touch | ||
| 525 | Or the slow traveller’s sight of distant scenes; | |
| The soul’s revealing contacts are not his. | ||
| (S 37) | ||
| Yet is he visited by intuitive light | ||
| And inspiration comes from the Unknown; | ||
| But only reason and sense he feels as sure, | ||
| 530 | They only are his trusted witnesses. | |
| (S 38) | ||
| Thus is he baulked, his splendid effort vain; | EoS | |
| His knowledge scans bright pebbles on the shore | ||
| Of the huge ocean of his ignorance. | ||
| (S 39) | ||
| Yet grandiose were the accents of that cry, | ||
| 535 | A cosmic pathos trembled in its tone. | |
| (S 40) | ||
| “I am the mind of God’s great ignorant world | ||
| Ascending to knowledge by the steps he made; | ||
| I am the all-discovering Thought of man. | ||
| (S 41) | ||
| I am a god fettered by Matter and sense, | ||
| 540 | An animal prisoned in a fence of thorns, | |
| A beast of labour asking for his food, | ||
| A smith tied to his anvil and his forge. | ||
| (S 42) | ||
| Yet have I loosened the cord, enlarged my room. | EoS | |
| (S 43) | ||
| I have mapped the heavens and analysed the stars, | ||
| 545 | Described their orbits through the grooves of Space, | |
| Measured the miles that separate the suns, | ||
| Computed their longevity in Time. | ||
| (S 44) | ||
| I have delved into earth’s bowels and torn out | ||
| The riches guarded by her dull brown soil. | ||
| (S 45) | ||
| 550 | I have classed the changes of her stony crust | |
| And of her biography discovered the dates, | ||
| Rescued the pages of all Nature’s plan. | ||
| (S 46) | ||
| The tree of evolution I have sketched, | ||
| Each branch and twig and leaf in its own place, | ||
| 555 | In the embryo tracked the history of forms, | |
| And the genealogy framed of all that lives. | ||
| (S 47) | ||
| I have detected plasm and cell and gene, | EoS | |
| The protozoa traced, man’s ancestors, | ||
| The humble originals from whom he rose; | ||
| 560 | I know how he was born and how he dies: | |
| Only what end he serves I know not yet | ||
| Or if there is aim at all or any end | ||
| Or push of rich creative purposeful joy | ||
| In the wide works of the terrestrial power. | ||
| (S 48) | ||
| 565 | I have caught her intricate processes, none is left: | |
| Her huge machinery is in my hands; | ||
| I have seized the cosmic energies for my use. | ||
| (S 49) | ||
| I have pored on her infinitesimal elements | ||
| And her invisible atoms have unmasked: | ||
| 570 | All Matter is a book I have perused; | |
| Only some pages now are left to read. | ||
| (S 50) | ||
| I have seen the ways of life, the paths of mind; | ||
| I have studied the methods of the ant and ape | ||
| And the behaviour learned of man and worm. | ||
| (S 51) | ||
| 575 | If God is at work, his secrets I have found. | EoS |
| (S 52) | ||
| But still the Cause of things is left in doubt, | ||
| Their truth flees from pursuit into a void; | ||
| When all has been explained nothing is known. | ||
| (S 53) | ||
| What chose the process, whence the Power sprang | ||
| 580 | I know not and perhaps shall never know. | |
| (S 54) | ||
| A mystery is this mighty Nature’s birth; | ||
| A mystery is the elusive stream of mind, | ||
| A mystery the protean freak of life. | ||
| (S 55) | ||
| What I have learned, Chance leaps to contradict; | ||
| 585 | What I have built is seized and torn by Fate. | |
| (S 56) | ||
| I can foresee the acts of Matter’s force, | ||
| But not the march of the destiny of man: | ||
| He is driven upon paths he did not choose, | ||
| He falls trampled underneath the rolling wheels. | ||
| (S 57) | ||
| 590 | My great philosophies are a reasoned guess; | |
| The mystic heavens that claim the human soul | ||
| Are a charlatanism of the imagining brain: | ||
| All is a speculation or a dream. | ||
| (S 58) | ||
| In the end the world itself becomes a doubt: | ||
| 595 | The infinitesimal’s jest mocks mass and shape, | |
| A laugh peals from the infinite’s finite mask. | ||
| (S 59) | ||
| Perhaps the world is an error of our sight, | EoS | |
| A trick repeated in each flash of sense, | ||
| An unreal mind hallucinates the soul | ||
| 600 | With a stress-vision of false reality, | |
| Or a dance of Maya veils the void Unborn. | ||
| (S 60) | ||
| Even if a greater consciousness I could reach, | ||
| What profit is it then for Thought to win | ||
| A Real which is for ever ineffable | ||
| 605 | Or hunt to its lair the bodiless Self or make | |
| The Unknowable the target of the soul? | ||
| (S 61) | ||
| Nay, let me work within my mortal bounds, | ||
| Not live beyond life nor think beyond the mind; | ||
| Our smallness saves us from the Infinite. | ||
| (S 62) | ||
| 610 | In a frozen grandeur lone and desolate | |
| Call me not to die the great eternal death, | ||
| Left naked of my own humanity | ||
| In the chill vast of the spirit’s boundlessness. | ||
| (S 63) | ||
| Each creature by its nature’s limits lives, | ||
| 615 | And how can one evade his native fate? | |
| (S 64) | ||
| Human I am, human let me remain | ||
| Till in the Inconscient I fall dumb and sleep. | ||
| (S 65) | ||
| A high insanity, a chimaera is this, | ||
| To think that God lives hidden in the clay | ||
| 620 | And that eternal Truth can dwell in Time, | |
| And call to her to save our self and world. | ||
| (S 66) | ||
| How can man grow immortal and divine | EoS | |
| Transmuting the very stuff of which he is made? | ||
| (S 67) | ||
| This wizard gods may dream, not thinking men.” | ||
| (S 68) | ||
| 625 | And Savitri heard the voice, the warped answer heard | |
| And turning to her being of light she spoke: | ||
| “Madonna of light, Mother of joy and peace, | ||
| Thou art a portion of my self put forth | ||
| To raise the spirit to its forgotten heights | ||
| 630 | And wake the soul by touches of the heavens. | |
| (S 69) | ||
| Because thou art, the soul draws near to God; | EoS | |
| Because thou art, love grows in spite of hate | ||
| And knowledge walks unslain in the pit of Night. | ||
| (S 70) | ||
| But not by showering heaven’s golden rain | ||
| 635 | Upon the intellect’s hard and rocky soil | |
| Can the tree of Paradise flower on earthly ground | ||
| And the Bird of Paradise sit upon life’s boughs | ||
| And the winds of Paradise visit mortal air. | ||
| (S 71) | ||
| Even if thou rain down intuition’s rays, | EoS | |
| 640 | The mind of man will think it earth’s own gleam, | |
| His spirit by spiritual ego sink, | ||
| Or his soul dream shut in sainthood’s brilliant cell | ||
| Where only a bright shadow of God can come. | ||
| (S 72) | ||
| His hunger for the eternal thou must nurse | ||
| 645 | And fill his yearning heart with heaven’s fire | |
| And bring God down into his body and life. | ||
| (S 73) | ||
| One day I will return, His hand in mine, | EoS | |
| And thou shalt see the face of the Absolute. | ||
| (S 74) | ||
| Then shall the holy marriage be achieved, | ||
| 650 | Then shall the divine family be born. | |
| (S 75) | ||
| There shall be light and peace in all the worlds.” |
Book 7, Canto 4 – The Triple Soul-Forces, Section 3Savitri Bhavan2021-11-24T17:25:04+00:00