Aurobindo 84 Savitri Book 5

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Five: The Book of Love Canto Three: Satyavan and Savitri Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'Thus Satyavan spoke first to Savitri: Line17 'O thou who com'st to me out of Time's silences, Yet thy voice has wakened my heart to an unknown bliss, Immortal or mortal only in thy frame, For more than earth speaks to me from thy soul And more than earth surrounds me in thy gaze, How art thou named among the sons of men? ' ....Burning in thousand-pillared homes of light.'to Line56 Very appealing introductory words Of Earth and fire and wind and woods and pools Nymphs and apsaras, his mystic meeting, Satyavan speaks... 'So now my mind could dream and my heart fear That from some wonder-couch beyond our air Risen in a wide morning of the gods Thou drov'st thy horses from the Thunderer's worlds.' A well grasped defining by Satyavan indeed... 'Although to heaven thy beauty seems allied, ..Line 61 to 'To make a resting chamber fit for thee.'..Line97 Her fate is strengthened by Satyavan's request 'Musing she answered, 'I am Savitri, 'Line 100 to 'And the blind murmur of primaeval calms? ' Line 111 Very sweet Savitri enquires with further conversation 'And Satyavan replied to Savitri: 'Line 112 to 'It shall escape from Death and Ignorance.'Line 221 An ongoing play in my vision along my reading Making my heart, mind and soul speechless Yet my mouth utters heartfelt mind-blowing, soul-srirring Music to the musical ears, visual to the visioning eyes A gastronomy of words to the taste of literature A bliss of nectarean feast................. ............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 5 Canto 3 Page 400 Whence hast thou dawned filling my spirit's days, Brighter than summer, brighter than my flowers, Into the lonely borders of my life, O sunlight moulded like a golden maid? I know that mighty gods are friends of earth. Page 401 I witnessed the virgin bridals of the dawn Behind the glowing curtains of the sky Or vying in joy with the bright morning's steps I paced along the slumbrous coasts of noon, Or the gold desert of the sunlight crossed Traversing great wastes of splendour and of fire, Or met the moon gliding amazed through heaven In the uncertain wideness of the night, Or the stars marched on their long sentinel routes Pointing their spears through the infinitudes: The winds have shown to me their trampling lords, I have beheld the princes of the Sun Burning in thousand-pillared homes of light. Page 402 Close is my father's creepered hermitage Screened by the tall ranks of these silent kings, Sung to by voices of the hue-robed choirs Whose chants repeat transcribed in music's notes The passionate coloured lettering of the boughs And fill the hours with their melodious cry. Wild winds run- visitors midst the swaying tops, Through the calm days heaven's sentinels of peace Couched on a purple robe of sky above Look down on a rich secrecy and hush And the chambered nuptial waters chant within. Apparelled are the morns in gold and green, Sunlight and shadow tapestry the walls To make a resting chamber fit for thee." Page 402&403 Musing she answered, "I am Savitri, Princess of Madra. Who art thou? What name Musical on earth expresses thee to men? What trunk of kings watered by fortunate streams Has flowered at last upon one happy branch? Page 403 Son of that king, I, Satyavan, have lived Contented, for not yet of thee aware, In my high-peopled loneliness of spirit And this huge vital murmur kin to me, Nursed by the vastness, pupil of solitude. Page 404 I lay in the wide bare embrace of heaven, The sunlight's radiant blessing clasped my brow, The moonbeams' silver ecstasy at night Kissed my dim lids to sleep. Earth's morns were mine; Lured by faint murmurings with the green-robed hours I wandered lost in woods, prone to the voice Of winds and waters, partner of the sun's joy, A listener to the universal speech: Page 404&405 The neighing pride of rapid life that roams Wind-maned through our pastures, on my seeing mood Cast shapes of swiftness; trooping spotted deer Against the vesper sky became a song Of evening to the silence of my soul. Page 405 I caught for some eternal eye the sudden King-fisher flashing to a darkling pool; A slow swan silvering the azure lake, A shape of magic whiteness, sailed through dream; Leaves trembling with the passion of the wind, Pranked butterflies, the conscious flowers of air, And wandering wings in blue infinity Lived on the tablets of my inner sight; Mountains and trees stood there like thoughts from God. The brilliant long-bills in their vivid dress, The peacock scattering on the breeze his moons Painted my memory like a frescoed wall. I carved my vision out of wood and stone;