(S 1) | ||
HERE from a low and prone and listless ground | ||
The passion of the first ascent began; | ||
A moon-bright face in a sombre cloud of hair, | ||
A Woman sat in a pale lustrous robe. | ||
(S 2) | ||
5 | A rugged and ragged soil was her bare seat, | |
Beneath her feet a sharp and wounding stone. | ||
(S 3) | ||
A divine pity on the peaks of the world, | ||
A spirit touched by the grief of all that lives, | ||
She looked out far and saw from inner mind | ||
10 | This questionable world of outward things, | |
Of false appearances and plausible shapes, | ||
This dubious cosmos stretched in the ignorant Void, | ||
The pangs of earth, the toil and speed of the stars | ||
And the difficult birth and dolorous end of life. | ||
(S 4) | ||
15 | Accepting the universe as her body of woe, | ❊ EoS |
The Mother of the seven sorrows bore | ||
The seven stabs that pierced her bleeding heart: | ||
The beauty of sadness lingered on her face, | ||
Her eyes were dim with the ancient stain of tears. | ||
(S 5) | ||
20 | Her heart was riven with the world’s agony | |
And burdened with the sorrow and struggle in Time, | ||
An anguished music trailed in her rapt voice. | ||
(S 6) | ||
Absorbed in a deep compassion’s ecstasy, | ||
Lifting the mild ray of her patient gaze, | ||
25 | In soft sweet training words slowly she spoke: | |
“O Savitri, I am thy secret soul. | EoS | |
(S 7) | ||
To share the suffering of the world I came, | ||
I draw my children’s pangs into my breast. | ||
(S 8) | ||
I am the nurse of the dolour beneath the stars; | ||
30 | I am the soul of all who wailing writhe | |
Under the ruthless harrow of the Gods. | ||
(S 9) | ||
I am woman, nurse and slave and beaten beast; | ||
I tend the hands that gave me cruel blows. | ||
(S 10) | ||
The hearts that spurned my love and zeal I serve; | ||
35 | I am the courted queen, the pampered doll, | |
I am the giver of the bowl of rice, | ||
I am the worshipped Angel of the House. | ||
(S 11) | ||
I am in all that suffers and that cries. | EoS | |
(S 12) | ||
Mine is the prayer that climbs in vain from earth, | ||
40 | I am traversed by my creatures’ agonies, | |
I am the spirit in a world of pain. | ||
(S 13) | ||
The scream of tortured flesh and tortured hearts | ||
Fall’n back on heart and flesh unheard by Heaven | ||
Has rent with helpless grief and wrath my soul. | ||
(S 14) | ||
45 | I have seen the peasant burning in his hut, | |
I have seen the slashed corpse of the slaughtered child, | ||
Heard woman’s cry ravished and stripped and haled | ||
Amid the bayings of the hell-hound mob, |
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I have looked on, I had no power to save. | ||
(S 15) | ||
50 | I have brought no arm of strength to aid or slay; | |
God gave me love, he gave me not his force. | ||
(S 16) | ||
I have shared the toil of the yoked animal drudge | ||
Pushed by the goad, encouraged by the whip; | ||
I have shared the fear-filled life of bird and beast, | ||
55 | Its long hunt for the day’s precarious food, | |
Its covert slink and crouch and hungry prowl, | ||
Its pain and terror seized by beak and claw. | ||
(S 17) | ||
I have shared the daily life of common men, | ||
Its petty pleasures and its petty cares, | ||
60 | Its press of troubles and haggard horde of ills, | |
Earth’s trail of sorrow hopeless of relief, | ||
The unwanted tedious labour without joy, | ||
And the burden of misery and the strokes of fate. | ||
(S 18) | ||
I have been pity, leaning over pain | ||
65 | And the tender smile that heals the wounded heart | |
And sympathy making life less hard to bear. | ||
(S 19) | ||
Man has felt near my unseen face and hands; | ||
I have become the sufferer and his moan, | ||
I have lain down with the mangled and the slain, | ||
70 | I have lived with the prisoner in his dungeon cell. | |
(S 20) | ||
Heavy on my shoulders weighs the yoke of Time: | EoS | |
Nothing refusing of creation’s load, | ||
I have borne all and know I still must bear: | ||
Perhaps when the world sinks into a last sleep, | ||
75 | I too may sleep in dumb eternal peace. | |
(S 21) | ||
I have borne the calm indifference of Heaven, | ||
Watched Nature’s cruelty to suffering things | ||
While God passed silent by nor turned to help. | ||
(S 22) | ||
Yet have I cried not out against his will, | EoS | |
80 | Yet have I not accused his cosmic Law. | |
(S 23) | ||
Only to change this great hard world of pain | ||
A patient prayer has risen from my breast; | ||
A pallid resignation lights my brow, | ||
Within me a blind faith and mercy dwell; | ||
85 | I carry the fire that never can be quenched | |
And the compassion that supports the suns. | ||
(S 24) | ||
I am the hope that looks towards my God, | ||
My God who never came to me till now; | ||
His voice I hear that ever says ‘I come’: | ||
90 | I know that one day he shall come at last.” | |
(S 25) | ||
She ceased, and like an echo from below | ❊ | |
Answering her pathos of divine complaint | ||
A voice of wrath took up the dire refrain, | ||
A growl of thunder or roar of angry beast, | ||
95 | The beast that crouching growls within man’s depths, — | |
Voice of a tortured Titan once a God. | ||
(S 26) | ||
“I am the Man of Sorrows, I am he | EoS | |
Who is nailed on the wide cross of the universe; | ||
To enjoy my agony God built the earth, | ||
100 | My passion he has made his drama’s theme. | |
(S 27) | ||
He has sent me naked into his bitter world | ||
And beaten me with his rods of grief and pain | ||
That I might cry and grovel at his feet | ||
And offer him worship with my blood and tears. | ||
(S 28) | ||
105 | I am Prometheus under the vulture’s beak, | |
Man the discoverer of the undying fire, | ||
In the flame he kindled burning like a moth; | ||
I am the seeker who can never find, | ||
I am the fighter who can never win, | ||
110 | I am the runner who never touched his goal: | |
Hell tortures me with the edges of my thought, | ||
Heaven tortures me with the splendour of my dreams. | ||
(S 29) | ||
What profit have I of my animal birth; | ||
What profit have I of my human soul? | ||
(S 30) | ||
115 | I toil like the animal, like the animal die. | |
(S 31) | ||
I am man the rebel, man the helpless serf; | ||
Fate and my fellows cheat me of my wage. | ||
(S 32) | ||
I loosen with my blood my servitude’s seal | EoS | |
And shake from my aching neck the oppressor’s knees | ||
120 | Only to seat new tyrants on my back: | |
My teachers lesson me in slavery, | ||
I am shown God’s stamp and my own signature | ||
Upon the sorry contract of my fate. | ||
(S 33) | ||
I have loved, but none has loved me since my birth; | ||
125 | My fruit of works is given to other hands. | |
(S 34) | ||
All that is left me is my evil thoughts, | ||
My sordid quarrel against God and man, | ||
Envy of the riches that I cannot share, | ||
Hate of a happiness that is not mine. | ||
(S 35) | ||
130 | I know my fate will ever be the same, | |
It is my nature’s work that cannot change: | ||
I have loved for mine, not for the beloved’s sake, | ||
I have lived for myself and not for others’ lives. | ||
(S 36) | ||
Each in himself is sole by Nature’s law. | EoS | |
(S 37) | ||
135 | So God has made his harsh and dreadful world, | |
So has he built the petty heart of man. | ||
(S 38) | ||
Only by force and ruse can man survive: | EoS | |
For pity is a weakness in his breast, | ||
His goodness is a laxity in the nerves, | ||
140 | His kindness an investment for return, | |
His altruism is ego’s other face: | ||
He serves the world that him the world may serve. | ||
(S 39) | ||
If once the Titan’s strength could wake in me, | ||
If Enceladus from Etna could arise, | ||
145 | I then would reign the master of the world | |
And like a god enjoy man’s bliss and pain. | ||
(S 40) | ||
But God has taken from me the ancient Force. | ||
(S 41) | ||
There is a dull consent in my sluggish heart, | ||
A fierce satisfaction with my special pangs | ||
150 | As if they made me taller than my kind; | |
Only by suffering can I excel. | ||
(S 42) | ||
I am the victim of titanic ills, | ||
I am the doer of demoniac deeds; | ||
I was made for evil, evil is my lot; | ||
155 | Evil I must be and by evil live; | |
Nought other can I do but be myself; | ||
What Nature made me, that I must remain. | ||
(S 43) | ||
I suffer and toil and weep; I moan and hate.” | ||
(S 44) | ||
And Savitri heard the voice, the echo heard | EoS | |
160 | And turning to her being of pity spoke: | |
“Madonna of suffering, Mother of grief divine, | ||
Thou art a portion of my soul put forth | ||
To bear the unbearable sorrow of the world. | ||
(S 45) | ||
Because thou art, men yield not to their doom, | ||
165 | But ask for happiness and strive with fate; | |
Because thou art, the wretched still can hope.wretched | ||
(S 46) | ||
But thine is the power to solace, not to save. | ||
(S 47) | ||
One day I will return, a bringer of strength, | ||
And make thee drink from the Eternal’s cup; | ||
170 | His streams of force shall triumph in thy limbs | |
And Wisdom’s calm control thy passionate heart. | ||
(S 48) | ||
Thy love shall be the bond of humankind, | EoS | |
Compassion the bright key of Nature’s acts: | ||
Misery shall pass abolished from the earth; | ||
175 | The world shall be freed from the anger of the Beast, | |
From the cruelty of the Titan and his pain. | ||
(S 49) | ||
There shall be peace and joy for ever more.” |
Book 7, Canto 4 – The Triple Soul-Forces, Section 1Savitri Bhavan2021-11-24T17:21:25+00:00