Aurobindo 126 Savitri Book 8

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Eight: The Book of Death Canto Three*: Death in the Forest Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'Then Savitri sat under branches wide, Cool, green against the sun, not the hurt tree Which his keen axe had cloven, -that she shunned; But leaned beneath a fortunate kingly trunk She guarded him in her bosom and strove to soothe His anguished brow and body with her hands. All grief and fear were dead within her now And a great calm had fallen.' 'Griefless and strong she waited like the gods. But now his sweet familiar hue was changed' He cried out in a clinging last despair, ' 'Savitri, Savitri, O Savitri, Lean down, my soul, and kiss me while I die.' 'His cheek pressed down her golden arm. She sought His mouth still with her living mouth, as if She could persuade his soul back with her kiss; ' 'Then grew aware they were no more alone.' 'Something had come there conscious, vast and dire. Near her she felt a silent shade immense' 'As if from a Silence without form or name' The Shadow of a remote uncaring god Doomed to his Nought the illusory universe, ' 'She knew that visible Death was standing there And Satyavan had passed from her embrace.'.... Reading these this moment a ball of breath Blocking my life in my throat Breathless even I grow; and screaming my heart Prays, pleads, implores sunken in tears 'Save o'Savitri save, Thy true love thine alone Saved this Earth then in mundane bliss.... ............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 Book8 Canto 3 Page 565 Only the dull and physical mind was left, Vacant of the bright spirit's luminous gaze. And even as her pallid lips pressed his, His failed, losing last sweetness of response; ................A cosmic mind Looked out on all from formidable eyes Contemning all with its unbearable gaze And with immortal lids and a vast brow It saw in its immense destroying thought All things and beings as a pitiful dream, Rejecting with calm disdain Nature's delight, End of Book 8 End of Part 2