(S 1) | ||
A SAD destroying cadence the voice sank; | ||
It seemed to lead the advancing march of Life | ||
Into some still original Inane. | ||
(S 2) | ||
But Savitri answered to almighty Death: | ||
5 | “O dark-browed sophist of the universe | |
Who veilst the Real with its own Idea, | ||
Hiding with brute objects Nature’s living face, | ||
Masking eternity with thy dance of death, | ||
Thou hast woven the ignorant mind into a screen | ||
10 | And made of Thought error’s purveyor and scribe, | |
And a false witness of mind’s servant sense. | ||
(S 3) | ||
An aesthete of the sorrow of the world, | ||
Champion of a harsh and sad philosophy | ||
Thou hast used words to shutter out the Light | ||
15 | And called in Truth to vindicate a lie. | |
(S 4) | ||
A lying reality is falsehood’s crown | ||
And a perverted truth her richest gem. | ||
(S 5) | ||
O Death, thou speakest truth but truth that slays, | EoS | |
I answer to thee with the Truth that saves. | ||
(S 6) | ||
20 | A traveller new-discovering himself, | EoS |
One made of Matter’s world his starting-point, | ||
He made of Nothingness his living-room | ||
And Night a process of the eternal light | ||
And death a spur towards immortality. | ||
(S 7) | ||
25 | God wrapped his head from sight in Matter’s cowl, | EoS |
His consciousness dived into inconscient depths, | ||
All-Knowledge seemed a huge dark Nescience; | ||
Infinity wore a boundless zero’s form. | ||
(S 8) | ||
His abysms of bliss became insensible deeps, | ||
30 | Eternity a blank spiritual Vast. | |
(S 9) | ||
Annulling an original nullity | EoS | |
The Timeless took its ground in emptiness | ||
And drew the figure of a universe, | ||
That the spirit might adventure into Time | ||
35 | And wrestle with adamant Necessity | |
And the soul pursue a cosmic pilgrimage. | ||
(S 10) | ||
A spirit moved in black immensities | ||
And built a Thought in ancient Nothingness; | ||
A soul was lit in God’s tremendous Void, | ||
40 | A secret labouring glow of nascent fire. | |
(S 11) | ||
In Nihil’s gulf his mighty Puissance wrought; | EoS | |
She swung her formless motion into shapes, | ||
Made Matter the body of the Bodiless. | ||
(S 12) | ||
Infant and dim the eternal Mights awoke. | EoS | |
(S 13) | ||
45 | In inert Matter breathed a slumbering Life, | |
In a subconscient Life Mind lay asleep; | ||
In waking Life it stretched its giant limbs | ||
To shake from it the torpor of its drowse; | ||
A senseless substance quivered into sense, | ||
50 | The world’s heart commenced to beat, its eyes to see, | |
In the crowded dumb vibrations of a brain | ||
Thought fumbled in a ring to find itself, | ||
Discovered speech and fed the new-born Word | ||
That bridged with spans of light the world’s ignorance. | ||
(S 14) | ||
55 | In waking Mind, the Thinker built his house. | |
(S 15) | ||
A reasoning animal willed and planned and sought; | ||
He stood erect among his brute compeers, | ||
He built life new, measured the universe, | ||
Opposed his fate and wrestled with unseen Powers, | ||
60 | Conquered and used the laws that rule the world, | |
And hoped to ride the heavens and reach the stars, | ||
A master of his huge environment. | ||
(S 16) | ||
Now through Mind’s windows stares the demigod | EoS | |
Hidden behind the curtains of man’s soul: | ||
65 | He has seen the Unknown, looked on Truth’s veilless face; | |
A ray has touched him from the eternal sun; | ||
Motionless, voiceless in foreseeing depths, | ||
He stands awake in Supernature’s light | ||
And sees a glory of arisen wings | ||
70 | And sees the vast descending might of God. | |
(S 17) | ||
“O Death, thou lookst on an unfinished world | EoS | |
Assailed by thee and of its road unsure, | ||
Peopled by imperfect minds and ignorant lives, | ||
And sayest God is not and all is vain. | ||
(S 18) | ||
75 | How shall the child already be the man? | |
(S 19) | ||
Because he is infant, shall he never grow? | ||
(S 20) | ||
Because he is ignorant, shall he never learn? | ||
(S 21) | ||
In a small fragile seed a great tree lurks, | EoS | |
In a tiny gene a thinking being is shut; | ||
80 | A little element in a little sperm, | |
It grows and is a conqueror and a sage. | ||
(S 22) | ||
Then wilt thou spew out, Death, God’s mystic truth, | ||
Deny the occult spiritual miracle? | ||
(S 23) | ||
Still wilt thou say there is no spirit, no God? | ||
(S 24) | ||
85 | A mute material Nature wakes and sees; | |
She has invented speech, unveiled a will. | ||
(S 25) | ||
Something there waits beyond towards which she strives, | ||
Something surrounds her into which she grows: | ||
To uncover the spirit, to change back into God, | ||
90 | To exceed herself is her transcendent task. | |
(S 26) | ||
In God concealed the world began to be, | EoS | |
Tardily it travels towards manifest God: | ||
Our imperfection towards perfection toils, | ||
The body is the chrysalis of a soul: | ||
95 | The infinite holds the finite in its arms, | |
Time travels towards revealed eternity. | ||
(S 27) | ||
A miracle structure of the eternal Mage, | EoS | |
Matter its mystery hides from its own eyes, | ||
A scripture written out in cryptic signs, | ||
100 | An occult document of the All-Wonderful’s art. | |
(S 28) | ||
All here bears witness to his secret might, | ||
In all we feel his presence and his power. | ||
(S 29) | ||
A blaze of his sovereign glory is the sun, | ||
A glory is the gold and glimmering moon, | ||
105 | A glory is his dream of purple sky. | |
(S 30) | ||
A march of his greatness are the wheeling stars. | ||
(S 31) | ||
His laughter of beauty breaks out in green trees, | ||
His moments of beauty triumph in a flower; | ||
The blue sea’s chant, the rivulet’s wandering voice | ||
110 | Are murmurs falling from the Eternal’s harp. | |
(S 32) | ||
This world is God fulfilled in outwardness. | ||
(S 33) | ||
His ways challenge our reason and our sense; | ||
By blind brute movements of an ignorant Force, | ||
By means we slight as small, obscure or base, | ||
115 | A greatness founded upon little things, | |
He has built a world in the unknowing Void. | ||
(S 34) | ||
His forms he has massed from infinitesimal dust; | ||
His marvels are built from insignificant things. | ||
(S 35) | ||
If mind is crippled, life untaught and crude, | EoS | |
120 | If brutal masks are there and evil acts, | |
They are incidents of his vast and varied plot, | ||
His great and dangerous drama’s needed steps; | ||
He makes with these and all his passion-play, | ||
A play and yet no play but the deep scheme | ||
125 | Of a transcendent Wisdom finding ways | |
To meet her Lord in the shadow and the Night: | ||
Above her is the vigil of the stars; | ||
Watched by a solitary Infinitude | ||
She embodies in dumb Matter the Divine, | ||
130 | In symbol minds and lives the Absolute. | |
(S 36) | ||
A miracle-monger her mechanical craft; | ||
Matter’s machine worked out the laws of thought, | ||
Life’s engines served the labour of a soul: | ||
The Mighty Mother her creation wrought, | ||
135 | A huge caprice self-bound by iron laws, | |
And shut God into an enigmatic world: | ||
She lulled the Omniscient into nescient sleep, | ||
Omnipotence on Inertia’s back she drove, | ||
Trod perfectly with divine unconscious steps | ||
140 | The enormous circle of her wonder-works. | |
(S 37) | ||
Immortality assured itself by death; | EoS | |
The Eternal’s face was seen through drifts of Time. | ||
(S 38) | ||
His knowledge he disguised as Ignorance, | EoS | |
His Good he sowed in Evil’s monstrous bed, | ||
145 | Made error a door by which Truth could enter in, | |
His plant of bliss watered with Sorrow’s tears. | ||
(S 39) | ||
A thousand aspects point back to the One; | EoS | |
A dual Nature covered the Unique. | ||
(S 40) | ||
In this meeting of the Eternal’s mingling masques, | ||
150 | This tangle-dance of passionate contraries | |
Locking like lovers in a forbidden embrace | ||
The quarrel of their lost identity, | ||
Through this wrestle and wrangle of the extremes of Power | ||
Earth’s million roads struggled towards deity. | ||
(S 41) | ||
155 | All stumbled on behind a stumbling Guide, | EoS |
Yet every stumble is a needed pace | ||
On unknown routes to an unknowable goal. | ||
(S 42) | ||
All blundered and straggled towards the One Divine. | ||
(S 43) | ||
As if transmuted by a titan spell | ||
160 | The eternal Powers assumed a dubious face: | |
Idols of an oblique divinity, | ||
They wore the heads of animal or troll, | ||
Assumed ears of the faun, the satyr’s hoof, | ||
Or harboured the demoniac in their gaze: | ||
165 | A crooked maze they made of thinking mind, | |
They suffered a metamorphosis of the heart, | ||
Admitting bacchant revellers from the Night | ||
Into its sanctuary of delights, | ||
As in a Dionysian masquerade. | ||
(S 44) | ||
170 | On the highways, in the gardens of the world | |
They wallowed oblivious of their divine parts, | ||
As drunkards of a dire Circean wine | ||
Or a child who sprawls and sports in Nature’s mire. | ||
(S 45) | ||
Even wisdom, hewer of the roads of God, | EoS | |
175 | Is a partner in the deep disastrous game: | |
Lost is the pilgrim’s wallet and the scrip, | ||
She fails to read the map and watch the star. | ||
(S 46) | ||
A poor self-righteous virtue is her stock | ||
And reason’s pragmatic grope or abstract sight, | ||
180 | Or the technique of a brief hour’s success | |
She teaches, an usher in utility’s school. | ||
(S 47) | ||
On the ocean surface of vast Consciousness | ||
Small thoughts in shoals are fished up into a net | ||
But the great truths escape her narrow cast; | ||
185 | Guarded from vision by creation’s depths, | |
Obscure they swim in blind enormous gulfs | ||
Safe from the little sounding leads of mind, | ||
Too far for the puny diver’s shallow plunge. | ||
(S 48) | ||
Our mortal vision peers with ignorant eyes; | ||
190 | It has no gaze on the deep heart of things. | |
(S 49) | ||
Our knowledge walks leaning on Error’s staff, | EoS | |
A worshipper of false dogmas and false gods, | ||
Or fanatic of a fierce intolerant creed | ||
Or a seeker doubting every truth he finds, | ||
195 | A sceptic facing Light with adamant No | |
Or chilling the heart with dry ironic smile, | ||
Acynic stamping out the god in man; | ||
A darkness wallows in the paths of Time | ||
Or lifts its giant head to blot the stars; | ||
200 | It makes a cloud of the interpreting mind | |
And intercepts the oracles of the Sun. | ||
(S 50) | ||
Yet Light is there; it stands at Nature’s doors: | ||
It holds a torch to lead the traveller in. | ||
(S 51) | ||
It waits to be kindled in our secret cells; | ||
205 | It is a star lighting an ignorant sea, | |
A lamp upon our poop piercing the night. | ||
(S 52) | ||
As knowledge grows Light flames up from within: | EoS | |
It is a shining warrior in the mind, | ||
An eagle of dreams in the divining heart, | ||
210 | An armour in the fight, a bow of God. | |
(S 53) | ||
Then larger dawns arrive and Wisdom’s pomps | EoS | |
Cross through the being’s dim half-lighted fields; | ||
Philosophy climbs up Thought’s cloud-bank peaks | ||
And Science tears out Nature’s occult powers, | ||
215 | Enormous djinns who serve a dwarf’s small needs, | |
Exposes the sealed minutiae of her art | ||
And conquers her by her own captive force. | ||
(S 54) | ||
On heights unreached by mind’s most daring soar, | ||
Upon a dangerous edge of failing Time | ||
220 | The soul draws back into its deathless Self; | |
Man’s knowledge becomes God’s supernal Ray. | ||
(S 55) | ||
There is the mystic realm whence leaps the power | ||
Whose fire burns in the eyes of seer and sage; | ||
A lightning flash of visionary sight, | ||
225 | It plays upon an inward verge of mind: | |
Thought silenced gazes into a brilliant Void. | ||
(S 56) | ||
A voice comes down from mystic unseen peaks: | ||
A cry of splendour from a mouth of storm, | ||
It is the voice that speaks to night’s profound, | ||
230 | It is the thunder and the flaming call. | |
(S 57) | ||
Above the planes that climb from nescient earth, | ||
A hand is lifted towards the Invisible’s realm, | ||
Beyond the superconscient’s blinding line | ||
And plucks away the screens of the Unknown; | ||
235 | A spirit within looks into the Eternal’s eyes. | |
(S 58) | ||
It hears the Word to which our hearts were deaf, | EoS | |
It sees through the blaze in which our thoughts grew blind; | ||
It drinks from the naked breasts of glorious Truth, | ||
It learns the secrets of eternity. | ||
(S 59) | ||
240 | Thus all was plunged into the riddling Night, | |
Thus all is raised to meet a dazzling Sun. | ||
(S 60) | ||
O Death, this is the mystery of thy reign. | ||
(S 61) | ||
In earth’s anomalous and magic field | ||
Carried in its aimless journey by the sun | ||
245 | Mid the forced marches of the great dumb stars, | |
A darkness occupied the fields of God, | ||
And Matter’s world was governed by thy shape. | ||
(S 62) | ||
Thy mask has covered the Eternal’s face, | EoS | |
The Bliss that made the world has fallen asleep. | ||
(S 63) | ||
250 | Abandoned in the Vast she slumbered on: | |
An evil transmutation overtook | ||
Her members till she knew herself no more. | ||
(S 64) | ||
Only through her creative slumber flit | ||
Frail memories of the joy and beauty meant | ||
255 | Under the sky’s blue laugh mid green-scarfed trees | |
And happy squanderings of scents and hues, | ||
In the field of the golden promenade of the sun | ||
And the vigil of the dream-light of the stars, | ||
Amid high meditating heads of hills, | ||
260 | On the bosom of voluptuous rain-kissed earth | |
And by the sapphire tumblings of the sea. | ||
(S 65) | ||
But now the primal innocence is lost | ||
And Death and Ignorance govern the mortal world | ||
And Nature’s visage wears a greyer hue. | ||
(S 66) | ||
265 | Earth still has kept her early charm and grace, | EoS |
The grandeur and the beauty still are hers, | ||
But veiled is the divine Inhabitant. | ||
(S 67) | ||
The souls of men have wandered from the Light | ||
And the great Mother turns away her face. | ||
(S 68) | ||
270 | The eyes of the creatrix Bliss are closed | |
And sorrow’s touch has found her in her dreams. | ||
(S 69) | ||
As she turns and tosses on her bed of Void, | ||
Because she cannot wake and find herself | ||
And cannot build again her perfect shape, | ||
275 | Oblivious of her nature and her state, | |
Forgetting her instinct of felicity, | ||
Forgetting to create a world of joy, | ||
She weeps and makes her creatures’ eyes to weep; | ||
Testing with sorrow’s edge her children’s breasts, | ||
280 | She spends on life’s vain waste of hope and toil | |
The poignant luxury of grief and tears. | ||
(S 70) | ||
In the nightmare change of her half-conscious dream, | ||
Tortured herself and torturing by her touch, | ||
She comes to our hearts and bodies and our lives | ||
285 | Wearing a hard and cruel mask of pain. | |
(S 71) | ||
Our nature twisted by the abortive birth | EoS | |
Returns wry answers to life’s questioning shocks, | ||
An acrid relish finds in the world’s pangs, | ||
Drinks the sharp wine of grief’s perversity. | ||
(S 72) | ||
290 | A curse is laid on the pure joy of life: | EoS |
Delight, God’s sweetest sign and Beauty’s twin, | ||
Dreaded by aspiring saint and austere sage, | ||
Is shunned, a dangerous and ambiguous cheat, | ||
A specious trick of an infernal Power | ||
295 | It tempts the soul to its self-hurt and fall. | |
(S 73) | ||
A puritan God made pleasure a poisonous fruit, | EoS | |
Or red drug in the market-place of Death, | ||
And sin the child of Nature’s ecstasy. | ||
(S 74) | ||
Yet every creature hunts for happiness, | ||
300 | Buys with harsh pangs or tears by violence | |
From the dull breast of the inanimate globe | ||
Some fragment or some broken shard of bliss. | ||
(S 75) | ||
Even joy itself becomes a poisonous draught; | EoS | |
Its hunger is made a dreadful hook of Fate. | ||
(S 76) | ||
305 | All means are held good to catch a single beam, | |
Eternity sacrificed for a moment’s bliss: | ||
Yet for joy and not for sorrow earth was made | ||
And not as a dream in endless suffering Time. | ||
(S 77) | ||
Although God made the world for his delight, | EoS | |
310 | An ignorant Power took charge and seemed his Will | |
And Death’s deep falsity has mastered Life. | ||
(S 78) | ||
All grew a play of Chance simulating Fate. |
Book 10, Canto 3 – The Debate of Love and Death, Section 1Savitri Bhavan2021-01-05T04:59:23+00:00