(S 1)    
325 From the entangling verges freed they came  
  Into a dimness of the sleeping earth  
  And travelled through her faint and slumbering plains.  
(S 2)    
  Murmur and movement and the tread of men  
  Broke the night’s solitude; the neigh of steeds  
330 Rose from that indistinct and voiceful sea  
  Of life and all along its marchings swelled  
  The rhyme of hooves, the chariot’s homeward voice.  
(S 3)    
  Drawn by white manes upon a high-roofed car  
  In flare of the unsteady torches went  
335 With linked hands Satyavan and Savitri,  
  Hearing a marriage march and nuptial hymn,,  
  Where waited them the many-voiced human world.  
(S 4)    
  Numberless the stars swam on their shadowy field  
  Describing in the gloom the ways of light.  
(S 5)    
340 Then while they skirted yet the southward verge,  
  Lost in the halo of her musing brows  
  Night, splendid with the moon dreaming in heaven  
  In silver peace, possessed her luminous reign.  
(S 6)    
  She brooded through her stillness on a thought  
345 Deep-guarded by her mystic folds of light,  
  And in her bosom nursed a greater dawn.