Aurobindo 145 Savitri Book 10

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Ten:The Book of the Double Twilight Canto Three - The Debate of Love and Death Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'O Death, this is the mystery of thy reign. In earth's anomalous and magic field Carried in its aimless journey by the sun Mid the forced marches of the great dumb stars, A darkness occupied the fields of God, And Matter's world was governed by thy shape. Thy mask has covered the Eternal's face, The Bliss that made the world has fallen asleep.' 'Abandoned in the Vast she slumbered on: ' 'But now the primal innocence is lost And Death and Ignorance govern the mortal world 'Earth still has kept her early charm and grace, The grandeur and the beauty still are hers, But veiled is the divine Inhabitant.' 'The souls of men have wandered from the Light And the great Mother turns away her face.' 'The eyes of the creatrix Bliss are closed And sorrow's touch has found her in her dreams.' 'Forgetting her instinct of felicity, Forgetting to create a world of joy, She weeps and makes her creatures' eyes to weep; ' 'A puritan God made pleasure a poisonous fruit, Or red drug in the market-place of Death, And sin the child of Nature's ecstasy.' A long strong slap of words haunting Death A strong long answer for Death to realise A long strong discourse for the humans A strong long preaching for us to discern 'Yet every creature hunts for happiness, ' Savitri continues with her accounting.... ............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 10 Canto 3 Page 628 Only through her creative slumber flit Frail memories of the joy and beauty meant Under the sky's blue laugh mid green-scarfed trees And happy squanderings of scents and hues, In the field of the golden promenade of the sun And the vigil of the dream-light of the stars, Amid high meditating heads of hills, On the bosom of voluptuous rain-kissed earth And by the sapphire tumblings of the sea. Page 629 Our nature twisted by the abortive birth Returns wry answers to life's questioning shocks, An acrid relish finds in the world's pangs, Drinks the sharp wine of grief's perversity. Delight, God's sweetest sign and Beauty's twin, Dreaded by aspiring saint and austere sage, Is shunned, a dangerous and ambiguous cheat, A specious trick of an infernal Power It tempts the soul to its self-hurt and fall