Aurobindo 131 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 'Thought, time and death were absent from her grasp: She knew not self, forgotten was Savitri.' 'Her aim, joy, origin, Satyavan alone.' 'Her sovereign prisoned in her being's core, He beat there like a rhythmic heart, -herself' 'Around him nameless, infinite she surged, Her spirit fulfilled in his spirit, rich with all Time, ' 'Onward the three still moved in her soul-scene.' 'In voiceless regions they were travellers Alone in a new world where souls were not, But only living moods: a strange hushed weird Country was round them, strange far skies above, A doubting space where dreaming objects lived Within themselves their one unchanged idea.' 'Phantasmal between pillared conscious rocks ...Lost their huge sense beyond in giant night.' 'Then, to that chill sere heavy line arrived Where his feet touched the shadowy marches' brink, Turning arrested luminous Satyavan Looked back with his wonderful eyes at Savitri.' 'But Death pealed forth his vast abysmal cry: ' 'O mortal, turn back to thy transient kind; Line 336 to Your transient loves bind not the eternal gods.'Line 361 No Yes, no No to death; But Yes to Thy beautiful words Guru.. 'The Woman answered not. Her high nude soul, Stripped of the girdle of mortality, Against fixed destiny and the grooves of law Stood up in its sheer will a primal force.' 'Against midnight's dumb abysses piled in front A columned shaft of fire and light she rose.'..... ............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 9 Canto 1 Page 578 Like pale discarded sheaths dropped dully down Her mortal members fell back from her soul. Page 579 All was the violent ocean of a will Where lived captive to an immense caress, Possessed in a supreme identity, Her aim, joy, origin, Satyavan alone. Page 579&580 Weird were the grasses, weird the treeless plains; Weird ran the road which like fear hastening Towards that of which it has most terror, passed Phantasmal between pillared conscious rocks Sombre and high, gates brooding, whose stone thoughts Lost their huge sense beyond in giant night. End of Book-9 Canto-1