Aurobindo 129 Savitri Book 9

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Nine:The Book of Eternal Night Canto One:Towards the Black Void Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's Ho, look, how bittered the God of Death.. ''Thy passionate influence and relax, O slave Of Nature, changing tool of changeless Law, Who vainly writh'st rebellion to my yoke, Thy elemental grasp; weep and forget.' 'weep and forget'...as a common folk does Did it suit Savitri? no, she pursued.. 'Entomb thy passion in its living grave.' 'Leave now the once-loved spirit's abandoned robe: Pass lonely back to thy vain life on earth.' How easily said He..but Savitri was exceptional For she the god-child..and she in Thy words Guru, marvelous 'It ceased, she moved not, and it spoke again, ' 'Wilt thou for ever keep thy passionate hold, Thyself a creature doomed like him to pass, Denying his soul death's calm and silent rest? ' 'Relax thy grasp; this body is earth's and thine, His spirit now belongs to a greater power. Woman, thy husband suffers.' Savitri Drew back her heart's force that clasped his body still' 'She rose and stood gathered in lonely strength, ' 'The dim and awful godhead rose erect From his brief stooping to his touch on earth, ' 'brief stooping'..oh, very picturesque... 'And, like a dream that wakes out of a dream, Forsaking the poor mould of that dead clay, Another luminous Satyavan arose, Starting upright from the recumbent earth As if someone over viewless borders stepped Emerging on the edge of unseen worlds........ ............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 9Canto 1 Page 575 It ceased, she moved not, and it spoke again, Lowering its mighty key to human chords, Yet a dread cry behind the uttered sounds, Echoing all sadness and immortal scorn, Moaned like a hunger of far wandering waves. .......................now too, as if called, She rose and stood gathered in lonely strength, Like one who drops his mantle for a race And waits the signal, motionlessly swift. ....................her spirit above On the crypt-summit of her secret form Like one left sentinel on a mountain crest, A fiery-footed splendour puissant-winged, Watched flaming-silent, with her voiceless soul Like a still sail upon a windless sea. Page 576 Then Death the king leaned boundless down, as leans Night over tired lands, when evening pales And fading gleams break down the horizon's walls, Nor yet the dusk grows mystic with the moon.