Aurobindo 79 Savitri Book 4

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Four: The Book of Birth and Quest Canto Four: The Quest Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'At first a strangeness of new brilliant scenes Peopled her mind and kept her body's gaze. But as she moved across the changing earth A deeper consciousness welled up in her: A citizen of many scenes and climes, Each soil and country it had made its home; It took all clans and peoples for her own, Till the whole destiny of mankind was hers.' 'Upon her silent heights she was aware Of a calm Presence throned above her brows' 'Driven from within she followed her long road, Mute in the luminous cavern of her heart, ' 'At first her path ran far through peopled tracts: ' 'Away from this thinking creature's burdened hours To free and griefless spaces now she turned Not yet perturbed by human joys and fears.' 'Like a swift hope journeying among its dreams Hastened the chariot of the golden bride.' 'Afar from the brute noise of clamorous needs The quieted all-seeking mind could feel, ' The unwearied clasp of her mute patient love And know for a soul the mother of our forms.' 'Not yet was a world all occupied by care'..Line 130 to 'Some uncompanioned reached the Ineffable'..Line 258 'The golden virgin in her carven car Came gliding among meditation's seats.' 'But morn broke in reminding her of her quest And from low rustic couch or mat she rose And went impelled on her unfinished way And followed the fateful orbit of her life'.... ............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 3 Page 377 These unfamiliar spaces on her way Were known and neighbours to a sense within, Landscapes recurred like lost forgotten fields, Cities and rivers and plains her vision claimed Like slow-recurring memories in front, The stars at night were her past's brilliant friends, The winds murmured to her of ancient things And she met nameless comrades loved by her once. Page 378 The shadowy keepers of our deathless past Have made our fate the child of our own acts, And from the furrows laboured by our will We reap the fruit of our forgotten deeds. But since unseen the tree that bore this fruit And we live in a present born from an unknown past, They seem but parts of a mechanic Force To a mechanic mind tied by earth's laws; Yet are they instruments of a Will supreme, Watched by a still all-seeing Eye above. The eyes that wandered were its searchlight fires, The hands that held the reins its living tools; Across wide noons and glowing afternoons, She met with Nature and with human forms Mute in the luminous cavern of her heart, Like a bright cloud through the resplendent day. Page 379 Admitted to the lion eye of States And theatres of the loud act of man, Her carven chariot with its fretted wheels Threaded through clamorous marts and sentinel towers Past figured gates and high dream-sculptured fronts And gardens hung in the sapphire of the skies, Pillared assembly halls with armoured guards, Small fanes where one calm Image watched man's life And temples hewn as if by exiled gods To imitate their lost eternity. Often from gilded dusk to argent dawn, Where jewel-lamps flickered on frescoed walls And the stone lattice stared at moonlit boughs, Half-conscious of the tardy listening night Dimly she glided between banks of sleep At rest in the slumbering palaces of kings. Imperial acres of the eternal sower And wind-stirred grass-lands winking in the sun: Or mid green musing of woods and rough-browed hills, In the grove's murmurous bee-air humming wild Or past the long lapsing voice of silver floods Like a swift hope journeying among its dreams Hastened the chariot of the golden bride. Page 380 Domains of light enfeoffed to antique calm Listened to the unaccustomed sound of hooves And large immune entangled silences Absorbed her into emerald secrecy And slow hushed wizard nets of fiery bloom Environed with their coloured snare her wheels. The inner ear that listens to solitude, Leaning self-rapt unboundedly could hear The rhythm of the intenser wordless Thought That gathers in the silence behind life, And the low sweet inarticulate voice of earth In the great passion of her sun-kissed trance Ascended with its yearning undertone. This spirit stumbling in the fields of sense, This creature bruised in the mortar of the days Page 380&381 Muse-lipped she nursed her symbol mysteries And guarded for her pure-eyed sacraments The valley clefts between her breasts of joy, Her mountain altars for the fires of dawn And nuptial beaches where the ocean couched And the huge chanting of her prophet woods. Fields had she of her solitary mirth, Plains hushed and happy in the embrace of light, Alone with the cry of birds and hue of flowers, And wildernesses of wonder lit by her moons And grey seer-evenings kindling with the stars And dim movement in the night's infinitude. page 381 The strong king-sages from their labour done, Freed from the warrior tension of their task, Came to her serene sessions in these wilds; Happy they lived with birds and beasts and flowers And sunlight and the rustle of the leaves, And heard the wild winds wandering in the night, Mused with the stars in their mute constant ranks, And lodged in the mornings as in azure tents, And with the glory of the noons were one. The world was fibred with their own heart-strings; Close drawn to the heart that beats in every breast, They reached the one self in all through boundless love. Attuned to Silence and to the world-rhyme, They loosened the knot of the imprisoning mind; Page 382 World-naked hermits with their matted hair Immobile as the passionless great hills Around them grouped like thoughts of some vast mood Awaiting the Infinite's behest to end. The seers attuned to the universal Will, Content in Him who smiles behind earth's forms, Abode ungrieved by the insistent days. About them like green trees girdling a hill Young grave disciples fashioned by their touch, Trained to the simple act and conscious word, Greatened within and grew to meet their heights. King-children nurtured in that spacious air Like lions gambolling in sky and sun Received half-consciously their godlike stamp: Page 383 One-souled to all and free from narrowing bonds, Large like a continent of warm sunshine In wide equality's impartial joy, These sages breathed for God's delight in things. Imparting to our struggling world the Light They breathed like spirits from Time's dull yoke released, Comrades and vessels of the cosmic Force, Using a natural mastery like the sun's: Carrying the splendour that has lit the suns, They sang Infinity's names and deathless powers In metres that reflect the moving worlds, Sight's sound-waves breaking from the soul's great deeps. Page 384 Some winged like birds out of the cosmic sea And vanished into a bright and featureless Vast: As floats a sunbeam through a shady place, The golden virgin in her carven car Came gliding among meditation's seats. Often in twilight mid returning troops Of cattle thickening with their dust the shades When the loud day had slipped below the verge, Arriving in a peaceful hermit grove She rested drawing round her like a cloak Its spirit of patient muse and potent prayer. Page 385 And followed the fateful orbit of her life Like a desire that questions silent gods Then passes starlike to some bright Beyond. The mountains in their anchorite solitude, The forests with their multitudinous chant Disclosed to her the masked divinity's doors. On dreaming plains, an indolent expanse, The death-bed of a pale enchanted eve Under the glamour of a sunken sky, Impassive she lay as at an age's end, Or crossed an eager pack of huddled hills Lifting their heads to hunt a lairlike sky, Or travelled in a strange and empty land Where desolate summits camped in a weird heaven, Mute sentinels beneath a drifting moon, Or wandered in some lone tremendous wood Ringing for ever with the crickets' cry Or followed a long glistening serpent road Through fields and pastures lapped in moveless light Or reached the wild beauty of a desert space Where never plough was driven nor herd had grazed And slumbered upon stripped and thirsty sands Amid the savage wild-beast night's appeal. Page 385&386 A grandiose silence wrapped the regal day: The months had fed the passion of the sun And now his burning breath assailed the soil. The tiger heats prowled through the fainting earth; All was licked up as by a lolling tongue. The spring winds failed; the sky was set like bronze. End of Book 4