Aurobindo 105 Savitri Book 7

An appreciation on Savitri Book Seven: The Book of Yoga Canto Four: The Triple Soul-Forces Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'I am the Man of Sorrows, I am he Line 97 to 'I suffer and toil and weep; I moan and hate.'Line 158 All quality lines on depicting man I go by 'I am the seeker who can never find, I am the fighter who can never win, I am the runner who never touched his goal: ' 'And Savitri heard the voice, the echo heard And turning to her being of pity spoke: '.. 'Madonna of suffering, Mother of grief divine, ' 'Because thou art, men yield not to their doom, But ask for happiness and strive with fate; ' One day I will return, a bringer of strength, And make thee drink from the Eternal's cup; 'His streams of force shall triumph in thy limbs And Wisdom's calm control thy passionate heart.' 'There shall be peace and joy for ever more.' ' On passed she in her spirit's upward route.' All beautiful grew, subtle and high and strange. Here on a boulder carved like a huge throne A Woman sat in gold and purple sheen, Armed with the trident and the thunderbolt, Her feet upon a couchant lion's back. A formidable smile curved round her lips, Heaven-fire laughed in the corners of her eyes; ' 'August on her seat in the inner world of Mind, The Mother of Might looked down on passing things, Listened to the advancing tread of Time, Saw the irresistible wheeling of the suns And heard the thunder of the march of God. A great driven by a great for a goal great.... ............My consciousness this moment, O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine May there so, let Savitri in my self arise Aroused there so be knowledge and fortune ============================================== Note: Some more inspiring, descriptive and informative lines from Book 7 Canto 4 Page 505&506 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. I am Prometheus under the vulture's beak, Man the discoverer of the undying fire, In the flame he kindled burning like a moth; Page 506 I am the seeker who can never find, I am the fighter who can never win, 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. What profit have I of my animal birth; What profit have I of my human soul? I toil like the animal, like the animal die. I am man the rebel, man the helpless serf; Page 506&507 So God has made his harsh and dreadful world, So has he built the petty heart of man. Only by force and ruse can man survive: For pity is a weakness in his breast, His goodness is a laxity in the nerves, His kindness an investment for return, His altruism is ego's other face: Page 507 If once the Titan's strength could wake in me, If Enceladus from Etna could arise, I then would reign the master of the world And like a god enjoy man's bliss and pain. Page 508 An ardent grandeur climbed mid ferns and rocks, A quiet wind flattered the heart to warmth, A finer perfume breathed from slender trees. Her body a mass of courage and heavenly strength, She menaced the triumph of the nether gods. A halo of lightnings flamed around her head And sovereignty, a great cestus, zoned her robe Amid the swaying Forces in their strife Sovereign was her word of luminous command, Her speech like a war-cry rang or a pilgrim chant.