Aurobindo 74 Savitri Book 4

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Four: The Book of Birth and Quest Canto One: The Birth and Childhood of the Flame Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'Arrived upon the strange and dubious globe The child remembering inly a far home Lived guarded in her spirit's luminous cell, Alone mid men in her diviner kind.' 'Harmoniously she impressed the earth with heaven.' 'Each minute was a throb of beauty's heart; ' 'Near was her spirit to its parent Sun, The Breath within to the eternal joy.' 'A world translated was her gleaming mind, ' 'Aware of forms to which our eyes are closed, Conscious of nearnesses we cannot feel, The Power within her shaped her moulding sense In deeper figures than our surface types.' An invisible sunlight ran within her veins And flooded her brain with heavenly brilliances That woke a wider sight than earth could know. 'Outlined in the sincerity of that ray Her springing childlike thoughts were richly turned Into luminous patterns of her soul's deep truth, And from her eyes she cast another look On all around her than man's ignorant view.' 'As from the animal's life rose thinking man, A new epiphany appeared in her.' Such was Savitri, such was fate's necessity.. 'And when the slow rhyme of the expanding years' Had honey-packed her sense and filled her limbs, ' 'Her solitary greatness was not less.' 'Many high gods dwelt in one beautiful home; ' 'Yet was her nature's orb a perfect whole, Immense and various like a universe.....' ............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 4 Canto 1 Page 355 As needing nothing but its own rapt flight Her nature dwelt in a strong separate air Like a strange bird with large rich-coloured breast That sojourns on a secret fruited bough, Lost in the emerald glory of the woods Or flies above divine unreachable tops. Page 356 All contacts it assumes into its trance, Laugh-tossed consents to the wind's kiss and takes Transmutingly the shocks of sun and breeze: A blissful yearning riots in its leaves, A magic passion trembles in its blooms, Its boughs aspire in hushed felicity. A world translated was her gleaming mind, And marvel-mooned bright crowding fantasies Fed with spiritual sustenance of dreams The ideal goddess in her house of gold. Page 357 As from the soil sprang glory of branch and flower, As from the animal's life rose thinking man, Celestial-human deep warm slumbrous fires Woke in the long fringed glory of her eyes Like altar-burnings in a mysteried shrine. Page 358 A scout of victory in a vigil tower, Her aspiration called high destiny down; A silent warrior paced in her city of strength Inviolate, guarding Truth's diamond throne. Proud, swift and joyful ran the wave of life Within her like a stream in Paradise. The body that held this greatness seemed almost An image made of heaven's transparent light. Its charm recalled things seen in vision's hours, A golden bridge spanning a faery flood, A moon-touched palm-tree single by a lake Companion of the wide and glimmering peace, A murmur as of leaves in Paradise Moving when feet of the Immortals pass, A fiery halo over sleeping hills, A strange and starry head alone in Night End of Book 4 Canto 1