A deep of compassion, a hushed sanctuary,

Her inward help unbarred a gate in heaven;

Love in her was wider than the universe,

The whole world could take refuge in her single heart.

 

The great unsatisfied godhead here could dwell:

Vacant of the dwarf self's imprisoned air

Her mood could harbour his sublimer breath 

Spiritual that can make all things divine.

For even her gulfs were secrecies of light.

 

At once she was the stillness and the word,

A continent of self-diffusing peace,

An ocean of untrembling virgin fire:

The strength, the silence of the gods were hers.

 

In her he found a vastness like his own,

His high warm subtle ether he refound

And moved in her as in his natural home.

In her he met his own eternity.

 

This is the description of Love in its essence, not the Love that is known upon earth and is so mixed up with many egoistic movements that it has gone beyond all recognition and become only the expression of selfish desires. It is the Love that is as vast as the Universe, equal to all and to everything and asking nothing in exchange for what it gives.

Till then no mournful line had barred this ray.

 

On the frail breast of this precarious earth,

Since her orbed sight in its breath-fastened house,

Opening in sympathy with happier stars

Where life is not exposed to sorrowful change,

Remembered beauty death-claimed lids ignore

And wondered at this world of fragile forms

Carried on canvas-strips of shimmering Time,

The impunity of unborn Mights was hers.

 

Although she leaned to bear the human load,

Her walk kept still the measure of the gods.

 

Earth's breath had failed to stain that brilliant glass:

Unsmeared with the dust of our mortal atmosphere

It still reflected heaven's spiritual joy.

 

Almost they saw who lived within her light

Her playmate in the sempiternal spheres

Descended from its unattainable realms

In her attracting advent's luminous wake,

The white-fire dragon bird of endless bliss

Drifting with burning wings above her days:

Heaven's tranquil shield guarded the missioned child.

 

Although She had accepted the burden of all the earth’s misery, the influence of the Origin was so strong that it could not change in Her this constant Peace, this wide understanding, this universal Love, that was making of Her a Messenger of the Highest Consciousness.

A glowing orbit was her early term,

Years like gold raiment of the gods that pass;

Her youth sat throned in calm felicity.

 

But joy cannot endure until the end: 

There is a darkness in terrestrial things

That will not suffer long too glad a note.

 

On her too closed the inescapable Hand:

The armed Immortal bore the snare of Time.

 

The story of the earth is an ascent from darkness and unconsciousness to Light and Consciousness. This journey is, in spite of many years, just at its beginning still, and only in front of us is the assurance of the Light that will be.

 

When we look back, we look at so much darkness, suffering, misery, that if we do not have the inner Consciousness and its assurance of future Victory, truly we could say, as so many have said in the past, that to escape misery we must get out of earth-life.

 

Now Savitri has brought the promise and the certitude that Light will prevail and that misery will go. So on this promise we must base our certitude and also advance towards the luminous Future.

One dealt with her who meets the burdened great.

Assigner of the ordeal and the path

Who chooses in this holocaust of the soul

Death, fall and sorrow as the spirit's goads,

The dubious godhead with his torch of pain

Lit up the chasm of the unfinished world

And called her to fill with her vast self the abyss.

 

August and pitiless in his calm outlook,

Heightening the Eternal's dreadful strategy,

He measured the difficulty with the might

And dug more deep the gulf that all must cross.

 

Assailing her divinest elements,

He made her heart kin to the striving human heart

And forced her strength to its appointed road.

For this she had accepted mortal breath;

To wrestle with the Shadow she had come

And must confront the riddle of man's birth

And life's brief struggle in dumb Matter's night.

 

Whether to bear with Ignorance and Death

Or hew the ways of Immortality,

To win or lose the godlike game for man,

Was her soul's issue thrown with Destiny's dice.

 

But not to submit and suffer was she born;

To lead, to deliver was her glorious part.

 

There it is put exactly and clearly” it was like a problem to be solved and She had the Will and the capacity to solve it. She came remembering who She was and with this remembrance She faced the ordeal. This world of miseries, this world of death and suffering must become a world of glorious Light and Divine Consciousness. Whatever the pain, whatever the ordeal, whatever the length of the trouble, She has come to win and She brings with her the Victory.

Here was no fabric of terrestrial make

Fit for a day's use by busy careless Powers.

 

An image fluttering on the screen of fate

Half-animated for a passing show,

Or a castaway on the ocean of Desire

Flung to the eddies in a ruthless sport

And tossed along the gulfs of Circumstance,

A creature born to bend beneath the yoke,

A chattel and a plaything of Time's lords,

Or one more pawn who comes destined to be pushed

One slow move forward on a measureless board

In the chess-play of the earth-soul with Doom,—

Such is the human figure drawn by Time.

 

This is the description of the usual human being and his powerlessness in front of circumstances. But this was not the case with Savitri who came, keeping conscious in Herself the Origin and the source from which She came.

 

Men are accustomed to be pushed by circumstances and have only the force of desire or habit, and this force is powerless in front of the Power of the true Force—the governing Force of the Divine.