<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=411738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aurobindo 125 Savitri Book 8</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An appreciation on Savitri-<br>Book Eight: The Book of Death<br>Canto Three*: Death in the Forest<br>Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then the doomed husband and the woman who knew<br>Went with linked hands into that solemn world'<br>Beside her Satyavan walked full of joy<br>Because she moved with him through his green haunts: <br>He showed her all the forest's riches, flowers<br>Innumerable of every odour and hue'<br>'But little dwelt her mind upon their sense; <br>Of death, not life she thought or life's lone end.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Love in her bosom hurt with the jagged edges<br>Of anguish moaned at every step with pain<br>Crying, 'Now, now perhaps his voice will cease<br>For ever.'Even by some vague touch oppressed<br>Sometimes her eyes looked round as if their orbs<br>Might see the dim and dreadful god's approach.<br>'But Satyavan had paused. He meant to finish<br>His labour here that happy, linked, uncaring'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She like a pantheress leaped upon his words<br>And carried them into her cavern heart.<br>But as he worked, his doom upon him came.<br>The violent and hungry hounds of pain<br>Travelled through his body biting as they passed<br>Silently, and all his suffering breath besieged<br>Strove to rend life's strong heart-cords and be free.<br>'She came to him in silent anguish and clasped, '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And he cried to her, 'Savitri, a pang<br>Cleaves through my head and breast as if the axe<br>Were piercing it and not the living branch.'<br>'Awhile let me lay my head upon thy lap<br>And guard me with thy hands from evil fate: <br>Perhaps because thou touchest, death may pass.'...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">............My consciousness this moment, <br>O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights<br>Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation<br>My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine<br>May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise<br>Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Indira+Renganathan">Indira Renganathan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=411738" data-title="Aurobindo 125 Savitri Book 8 de Indira Renganathan" data-description="An appreciation on Savitri- Book Eight: The Book of Death Canto Three*: Death in the Forest Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'Then the doomed husband and the woman who knew Went with linked hands into that solemn world' Beside her Sat..."></div> </div> </div>

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