(S 1) | ||
This now revealed its antique face of joy, | ||
A sudden disclosure to the heart of grief | ||
Tempting it to endure and long and hope. | ||
(S 2) | ||
Even in changing worlds bereft of peace, | EoS | |
95 | In an air racked with sorrow and with fear | |
And while his feet trod on a soil unsafe, | ||
He saw the image of a happier state. | ||
(S 3) | ||
In an architecture of hieratic Space | ||
Circling and mounting towards creation’s tops, | ||
100 | At a blue height which never was too high | |
For warm communion between body and soul, | ||
As far as heaven, as near as thought and hope, | ||
Glimmered the kingdom of a griefless life. | ||
(S 4) | ||
Above him in a new celestial vault | ||
105 | Other than the heavens beheld by mortal eyes, | |
As on a fretted ceiling of the gods, | ||
An archipelago of laughter and fire, | ||
Swam stars apart in a rippled sea of sky. | ||
(S 5) | ||
Towered spirals, magic rings of vivid hue | ||
110 | And gleaming spheres of strange felicity | |
Floated through distance like a symbol world. | ||
(S 6) | ||
On the trouble and the toil they could not share, | EoS | |
On the unhappiness they could not aid, | ||
Impervious to life’s suffering, struggle, grief, | ||
115 | Untarnished by its anger, gloom and hate, | |
Unmoved, untouched, looked down great visioned planes | ||
Blissful for ever in their timeless right. | ||
(S 7) | ||
Absorbed in their own beauty and content, | ||
Of their immortal gladness they live sure. | ||
(S 8) | ||
120 | Apart in their self-glory plunged, remote | |
Burning they swam in a vague lucent haze, | ||
An everlasting refuge of dream-light, | ||
A nebula of the splendours of the gods | ||
Made from the musings of eternity. | ||
(S 9) | ||
125 | Almost unbelievable by human faith, | |
Hardly they seemed the stuff of things that are. | ||
(S 10) | ||
As through a magic televisions glass | EoS | |
Outlined to some magnifying inner eye | ||
They shone like images thrown from a far scene | ||
130 | Too high and glad for mortal lids to seize . | |
(S 11) | ||
But near and real to the longing heart | ||
And to the body’s passionate thought and sense | ||
Are the hidden kingdoms of beatitude. | ||
(S 12) | ||
In some close unattained realm which yet we feel, | ||
135 | Immune from the harsh clutch of Death and Time, | |
Escaping the search of sorrow and desire, | ||
In bright enchanted safe peripheries | ||
For ever wallowing in bliss they lie. | ||
(S 13) | ||
In dream and trance and muse before our eyes, | ||
140 | Across a subtle vision’s inner field, | |
Wide rapturous landscapes fleeting from the sight, | ||
The figures of the perfect kingdom pass | ||
And behind them leave a shining memory’s trail. | ||
(S 14) | ||
Imagined scenes or great eternal worlds, | ||
145 | Dream-caught or sensed, they touch our hearts with their depths; | |
Unreal-seeming, yet more real than life, | ||
Happier than happiness, truer than things true, | ||
If dreams these were or captured images, | ||
Dream’s truth made false earth’s vain realities. | ||
(S 15) | ||
150 | In a swift eternal moment fixed there live | EoS |
Or ever recalled come back to longing eyes | ||
Calm heavens of imperishable Light, | ||
Illumined continents of violet peace, | SAQ | |
Oceans and rivers of the mirth of God | ||
155 | And griefless countries under purple suns. |
Book 2, Canto 3 – The Glory and the Fall of Life, Section 2Savitri Bhavan2023-04-03T10:57:40+00:00