| (S 1) | ||
| Then rang again a deeper cry of Death. | ||
| (S 2) | ||
| 310 | As if beneath its weight of sterile law | |
| Oppressed by its own obstinate meaningless will, | ||
| Disdainful, weary and compassionate, | ||
| It kept no more its old intolerant sound, | ||
| But seemed like life’s in her unnumbered paths | ||
| 315 | Toiling for ever and achieving nought | |
| Because of birth and change, her mortal powers | ||
| By which she lasts, around the term-posts fixed | ||
| Turning of a wide circling aimless race | ||
| Whose course for ever speeds and is the same. | ||
| (S 3) | ||
| 320 | In its long play with Fate and Chance and Time | |
| Assured of the game’s vanity lost or won, | ||
| Crushed by its load of ignorance and doubt | ||
| Which knowledge seems to increase and growth to enlarge, | ||
| The earth-mind sinks and it despairs and looks | ||
| 325 | Old, weary and discouraged on its work. | |
| (S 4) | ||
| Yet was all nothing then or vainly achieved? | EoS | |
| (S 5) | ||
| Some great thing has been done, some light, some power | ||
| Delivered from the huge Inconscient’s grasp: | ||
| It has emerged from night; it sees its dawns | ||
| 330 | Circling for ever though no dawn can stay. | |
| (S 6) | ||
| This change was in the godhead’s far-flung voice; | ||
| His form of dread was altered and admitted | ||
| Our transient effort at eternity, | ||
| Yet flung vast doubts of what might else have been | ||
| 335 | On grandiose hints of an impossible day. | |
| (S 7) | ||
| The great voice surging cried to Savitri: | EoS | |
| “Because thou knowst the wisdom that transcends | ||
| Both veil of forms and the contempt of forms, | ||
| Arise delivered by the seeing gods. | ||
| (S 8) | ||
| 340 | If free thou hadst kept thy mind from life’s fierce stress, | |
| Thou mightst have been like them omniscient, calm. | ||
| (S 9) | ||
| But the violent and passionate heart forbids. | ||
| (S 10) | ||
| It is the storm bird of an anarch Power | ||
| That would upheave the world and tear from it | ||
| 345 | The indecipherable scroll of Fate, | |
| Death’s rule and Law and the unknowable Will. | ||
| (S 11) | ||
| Hasteners to action, violators of God | ||
| Are these great spirits who have too much love, | ||
| And they who formed like thee, for both art thou, | ||
| 350 | Have come into the narrow bounds of life | |
| With too large natures overleaping time. | ||
| (S 12) | ||
| Worshippers of force who know not her recoil, | ||
| Their giant wills compel the troubled years. | ||
| (S 13) | ||
| The wise are tranquil; silent the great hills | EoS | |
| 355 | Rise ceaselessly towards their unreached sky, | |
| Seated on their unchanging base, their heads | ||
| Dreamless in heaven’s immutable domain. | ||
| (S 14) | ||
| On their aspiring tops, sublime and still, | EoS | |
| Lifting half-way to heaven the climbing soul | ||
| 360 | The mighty mediators stand content | |
| To watch the revolutions of the stars: | ||
| Motionlessly moving with the might of earth, | ||
| They see the ages pass and are the same. | ||
| (S 15) | ||
| The wise think with the cycles, they hear the tread | ||
| 365 | Of far-off things; patient, unmoved they keep | |
| Their dangerous wisdom in their depths restrained, | ||
| Lest man’s frail days into the unknown should sink | ||
| Dragged like a ship by bound leviathan | ||
| Into the abyss of his stupendous seas. | ||
| (S 16) | ||
| 370 | Lo, how all shakes when the gods tread too near! | |
| All moves, is in peril, anguished, torn, upheaved. | ||
| (S 17) | ||
| The hurrying aeons would stumble on too swift | ||
| If strength from heaven surprised the imperfect earth | ||
| And veilless knowledge smote these unfit souls. | ||
| (S 18) | ||
| 375 | The deities have screened their dreadful power: | |
| God hides his thought and, even, he seems to err. | ||
| (S 19) | ||
| Be still and tardy in the slow wise world. | ||
| (S 20) | ||
| Mighty art thou with the dread goddess filled, | EoS | |
| To whom thou criedst at dawn in the dim woods. | ||
| (S 21) | ||
| 380 | Use not thy strength like the wild Titan souls! | |
| Touch not the seated lines, the ancient laws, | ||
| Respect the calm of great established things.” | ||
| (S 22) | ||
| But Savitri replied to the huge god: | EoS | |
| “What is the calm thou vauntst, O Law, O Death? | ||
| (S 23) | ||
| 385 | Is it not the dull-visioned tread inert | |
| Of monstrous energies chained in a stark round | ||
| Soulless and stone-eyed with mechanic dreams? | ||
| (S 24) | ||
| Vain the soul’s hope if changeless Law is all: | EoS | |
| Ever to the new and the unknown press on | ||
| 390 | The speeding aeons justifying God. | |
| (S 25) | ||
| What were earth’s ages if the grey restraint | ||
| Were never broken and glories sprang not forth | ||
| Bursting their obscure seed, while man’s slow life | ||
| Leaped hurried into sudden splendid paths | ||
| 395 | By divine words and human gods revealed? | |
| (S 26) | ||
| Impose not upon sentient minds and hearts | EoS | |
| The dull fixity that binds inanimate things. | ||
| (S 27) | ||
| Well is the unconscious rule for the animal breeds | ||
| Content to live beneath the immutable yoke; | ||
| 400 | Man turns to a nobler walk, a master path. | |
| (S 28) | ||
| I trample on thy law with living feet; | EoS | |
| For to arise in freedom I was born. | ||
| (S 29) | ||
| If I am mighty let my force be unveiled | ||
| Equal companion of the dateless powers, | ||
| 405 | Or else let my frustrated soul sink down | |
| Unworthy of Godhead in the original sleep. | ||
| (S 30) | ||
| I claim from Time my will’s eternity, | ||
| God from his moments.” Death replied to her, | ||
| “Why should the noble and immortal will | ||
| 410 | Stoop to the petty works of transient earth, | |
| Freedom forgotten and the Eternal’s path? | ||
| (S 31) | ||
| Or is this the high use of strength and thought, | ||
| To struggle with the bonds of death and time | ||
| And spend the labour that might earn the gods | ||
| 415 | And battle and bear agony of wounds | |
| To grasp the trivial joys that earth can guard | ||
| In her small treasure-chest of passing things? | ||
| (S 32) | ||
| Child, hast thou trodden the gods beneath thy feet | ||
| Only to win poor shreds of earthly life | ||
| 420 | For him thou lov’st cancelling the grand release, | |
| Keeping from early rapture of the heavens | ||
| His soul the lenient deities have called? | ||
| (S 33) | ||
| Are thy arms sweeter than the courts of God? | ||
| (S 34) | ||
| She answered, “Straight I trample on the road | ||
| 425 | The strong hand hewed for me which planned our paths. | |
| (S 35) | ||
| I run where his sweet dreadful voice commands | ||
| And I am driven by the reins of God. | ||
| (S 36) | ||
| Why drew he wide his scheme of mighty worlds | EoS | |
| Or filled infinity with his passionate breath? | ||
| (S 37) | ||
| 430 | Or wherefore did he build my mortal form | |
| And sow in me his bright and proud desires, | ||
| If not to achieve, to flower in me, to love, | ||
| Carving his human image richly shaped | ||
| In thoughts and largenesses and golden powers? | ||
| (S 38) | ||
| 435 | Far Heaven can wait our coming in its calm. | |
| (S 39) | ||
| Easy the heavens were to build for God. | ||
| (S 40) | ||
| Earth was his difficult matter, earth the glory | ||
| Gave of the problem and the race and strife. | ||
| (S 41) | ||
| There are the ominous masks, the terrible powers; | ||
| 440 | There it is greatness to create the gods. | |
| (S 42) | ||
| Is not the spirit immortal and absolved | EoS | |
| Always, delivered from the grasp of Time? | ||
| (S 43) | ||
| Why came it down into the mortal’s Space? | ||
| (S 44) | ||
| A charge he gave to his high spirit in man | ||
| 445 | And wrote a hidden decree on Nature’s tops. | |
| (S 45) | ||
| Freedom is this with ever seated soul, | EoS | |
| Large in life’s limits, strong in Matter’s knots, | ||
| Building great stuff of action from the worlds | ||
| To make fine wisdom from coarse, scattered strands | ||
| 450 | And love and beauty out of war and night, | |
| The wager wonderful, the game divine. | ||
| (S 46) | ||
| What liberty has the soul which feels not free | EoS | |
| Unless stripped bare and cannot kiss the bonds | ||
| The Lover winds around his playmate’s limbs, | ||
| 455 | Choosing his tyranny, crushed in his embrace? | |
| (S 47) | ||
| To seize him better with her boundless heart | ||
| She accepts the limiting circle of his arms,She | ||
| Bows full of bliss beneath his mastering hands | ||
| And laughs in his rich constraints, most bound, most free. | ||
| (S 48) | ||
| 460 | This is my answer to thy lures, O Death. |
Book 10, Canto 4 – The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real, Section 3Savitri Bhavan2021-03-10T10:08:07+00:00