Savitri Study Camp 23-04 “God the Fire” pp 613-614

Audio recording of the Savitri Study Class with Alok Pandey, Book 10 Canto 2.


The Divine Mother is here to transform the creation. For this She has come armed with the Power of boundless Love that embraces all things and lifts them to the One. She further reveals that Satyavan and Savitri have met and known and worked for this divine consummation from life to life. She is conscious of this deep truth by a sheer identity with his soul and his entire being.

One who came love and lover and beloved
Eternal, built himself a wondrous field
And wove the measures of a marvellous dance.
There in its circles and its magic turns
Attracted he arrives, repelled he flees.

In the wild devious promptings of his mind
He tastes the honey of tears and puts off joy
Repenting, and has laughter and has wrath,
And both are a broken music of the soul
Which seeks out reconciled its heavenly rhyme.

Ever he comes to us across the years
Bearing a new sweet face that is the old.
His bliss laughs to us or it calls concealed
Like a far-heard unseen entrancing flute
From moonlit branches in the throbbing woods,
Tempting our angry search and passionate pain.
Disguised the Lover seeks and draws our souls.

He named himself for me, grew Satyavan.
For we were man and woman from the first,
The twin souls born from one undying fire.

Did he not dawn on me in other stars?
How has he through the thickets of the world
Pursued me like a lion in the night
And come upon me suddenly in the ways
And seized me with his glorious golden leap!
Unsatisfied he yearned for me through time,
Sometimes with wrath and sometimes with sweet peace
Desiring me since first the world began.
He rose like a wild wave out of the floods
And dragged me helpless into seas of bliss.

Out of my curtained past his arms arrive;
They have touched me like the soft persuading wind,
They have plucked me like a glad and trembling flower,
And clasped me happily burned in ruthless flame.

I too have found him charmed in lovely forms
And run delighted to his distant voice
And pressed to him past many dreadful bars.

If there is a yet happier greater god,
Let him first wear the face of Satyavan
And let his soul be one with him I love;
So let him seek me that I may desire.

For only one heart beats within my breast
And one god sits there throned. Advance, O Death,
Beyond the phantom beauty of this world;
For of its citizens I am not one.

I cherish God the Fire, not God the Dream.”


[Breaks are added to emphasize separate movements]

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