The fated day of Satyavan’s death has arrived and, even as Savitri gets well ready early in the morning, she prepares herself to confront universal Time and Fate, to challenge the destined moment and destiny. If the required price has to be paid to the God of Pain, and she is going to do it by bearing upon herself the entire affliction associated with it. In this great undertaking of hers she is helped by the eternal Hand, and she makes her small daily acts a sacrifice to the presiding divinity. She recollects the past and knows that it does carry the unknown future in its breast, full of hopes, and therefore it is worthwhile putting in the needed effort. In a swift movement of consciousness she reviews the whole sequence of events culminating into a year, as if it was hurrying and gathering up to reach this point of decisive change.

This is the way in which the Poem is built. We will know the story of Her life because She remembers it. At that celestial moment of Her existence She remembers all Her past life and then it will be told to us.

Memory of her past wishes and needs and hopes and dreams, her life’s expectations, her achievements, everything simple or small or great flies back. She remembers how her precious joy was always accompanied by doom. The year is about to come to a close and the day on which Satyavan is to die has dawned. It is the occult law that when everything seems lost, and there is no helping hand in sight, and every means tried fails to provide succor and relief, one is drawn more and more towards God. The surface soul, the outward person devoid of the active divine element retreats, and the inner being comes forward to take charge of things and events. Such hour had fallen now on Savitri. She is equipped, organised to face the inevitable.

For those who have come upon earth fully conscious of their entire being and conscious of their Origin, there is at first a period when this consciousness gets veiled by the physical life and the body-consciousness. It withdraws deep within and waits for the hour when the outer circumstances will make it necessary for that inner self to manifest and to become fully active in the body. And generally, as life is organised, it is some more or less dramatic event that makes this change not only possible but needed.

Even those who have come fully conscious, because they are compelled to take birth in the body of a child, their consciousness withdraws for many years, more or less, and has not the full activity that it had in other worlds. But some circumstance, some event tears off the veil and the inner consciousness takes back its place and its activity. It is that that is fully described in these lines of Savitri.

It is only when the outer crust of the ordinary life is violently broken by some unexpected and tragic event that the inner consciousness has the opportunity of taking the place of this outward movement and governing fully the whole being. From the point of view of growth of consciousness, that is the justification of all these dramatic events. An eventless life is not often a progressive life. 

Firm has become the will of Savitri; it has become strong and resolved to cancel the destiny written even for her physical’s existence. The powers that are native to her being have assumed complete responsibility of hers. This can happen only when the great Self, the universal Being takes possession of one’s thoughts and feelings and deeds; it alone can remove the past associations and affiliations, samskaras, the legacy that is otherwise so burdensome and down-pulling. It has happened to Savitri.

The true self of Savitri belongs to the Eternal Consciousness and, naturally, was free. But, when accepting to take a body upon Earth, this true self is covered by so many different layers of consciousness that, unless it takes a very complete resolution to manifest and to overcome all the obstacles, it cannot act freely. Now she was put in front of the expected catastrophe in Her life, which externally would put an end to the joy of Her existence, and there was only one way to overcome this fatality. It was to make the Highest Spirit and ite Power intervene directly in order to counteract the laws of destiny.

After all, we are just a product of the past energies, of gross unregenerate tendencies, more governed by the forces sitting deep in the individual and the collective subconscious, in the cosmic past, the repository which has no reason to be. But these ties and chains with the past, these harsh links must be broken, broken with the soul’s force. In that drastic action alone there is the sure possibility of shaping our otherwise inexorable fate in a new way, remoulding it in a new decisive manner. What is lying ahead of Savitri is frightful and fearsome, Nothingness itself assuming the form of Death. This Denier of Life has to be met and conquered. Her being must confront the cause that has given rise to this terrible formless Shadow swallowing all; against the universe must weigh its single self. Here she is standing on a dangerous brink, upon extinction's verge itself, and here she must win all for God and men, win for the soul of the earth. To the supreme Giver of Victory she must offer her prayer and ask for the noble auspicious boon of immortal life. Her love is so invaluable that it cannot be snatched away by the Robber of the Night, and this prized claim of hers she must assert in the life’s adverse circumstance also. If this has to happen, it might be necessary to alter the fixed age-old laws of Nature, the dull and regressive habits that have been holding sway over soul aspiring for the future. Indeed, in the end, in the final analysis what is it that we really see? We see that death is but a usual habit, and that long-standing stupid usual habit must go away, must be broken—broken because habits can be changed. It is only then can love flourish here in its ways of immortality. There might have been a necessity for the existence of universal Pain, a sort of contingency in the pragmatism of things; but that cannot give it the right of stay in any permanent way. It must vacate the place, abandon its claim on the sorrow and suffering of life; it must make room for the joy to be, the joy in which alone can flower the possibilities of the Spirit in this creation. That is the imperative.

By the Power of Her Origin and the legacy of the One, she must overcome all the laws established in manifestation and conquer the resistance of all that been organised since centuries and millenniums and show that the Supreme is All-Powerful over His own creation.

In all the world as it is now, death and dissolution reign. She wants to abolish their law in order to establish the Supreme Life and Consciousness. It is the story of the conquest that will be told in the Epic.