Aurobindo 189 Savitri Book 12

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Twelve: Epilogue The Return to Earth Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'Light slipped down to the brightly sleeping verge, And the birds came back winging to their nests, And day and night leaned to each other's arms.' 'Through the screened dusk it deepened still and there neared Floating of many voices and the sound Of many feet, till on their sight broke in As if a coloured wave upon the eye The brilliant strenuous crowded days of man.' 'Topped by a flaring multitude of lights A great resplendent company arrived.' 'In front King Dyumatsena walked, no more Blind, faltering-limbed, but his far-questing eyes Restored to all their confidence in light Took seeingly this imaged outer world; ' 'By him that queen and mother's anxious face Came changed from its habitual burdened look' 'Then tenderly Cried Dyumatsena chiding Satyavan: 'The fortunate gods have looked on me today, A kingdom seeking came and heaven's rays.' 'Not like thyself was this done, Savitri, Who ledst not back thy husband to our arms, ' 'But Satyavan replied with smiling lips, 'Lay all on her; she is the cause of all. With her enchantments she has twined me round.' 'What gleaming marvel of the earth or skies Stands silently by human Satyavan To mark a brilliance in the dusk of eve? If this is she of whom the world has heard, Wonder no more at any happy change.' Yes it is she of whom the world still wonders.... ............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 12 Epilogue Page 721 Now the dusk shadowy trees stood close around Like dreaming spirits and, delaying night, The grey-eyed pensive evening heard their steps, And from all points the cries and movements came Of the four-footed wanderers of the night Approaching. Page 721&722 Life in its ordered tumult wavering came Bringing its stream of unknown faces, thronged With gold-fringed headdresses, gold-broidered robes, Glittering of ornaments, fluttering of hems, Hundreds of hands parted the forest-boughs, Hundreds of eyes searched the entangled glades. Calm white-clad priests their grave-eyed sweetness brought, Strong warriors in their glorious armour shone, The proud-hooved steeds came trampling through the wood. Page 722 Her patient paleness wore a pensive glow Like evening's subdued gaze of gathered light Departing, which foresees sunrise her child. Sinking in quiet splendours of her sky, She lives awhile to muse upon that hope, The brilliance of her rich receding gleam A thoughtful prophecy of lyric dawn.