Opening Remarks
Death tries to paint himself as the only reality, the final door of escape, the epitome of mercy.
Death’s mercy
All by Death’s mercy breathe and live awhile,
All think and act by the Inconscient’s grace.
All live by the mercy of Death, all think and act by the power of the Inconscient energy working through the body and brain.
Turn not thy gaze within
Addict of the roseate luxury of thy thoughts,
Turn not thy gaze within thyself to look
At visions in the gleaming crystal, Mind,
Close not thy lids to dream the forms of Gods.
Death addresses Savitri as living in the luxury of her rosy thoughts that are having visions gazing within at the gleaming crystal, Mind. He advices her to close not her lids dreaming the forms of Gods.
Open thy eyes
At last to open thy eyes consent and see
The stuff of which thou and the world are made.
Instead of turning her gaze within, Death advices Savitri to open her eyes and consent to see the frail transient mortal stuff of which she and the world are made.
Dumb inconscient Void
Inconscient in the dumb inconscient Void
Inexplicably a moving world sprang forth:
Awhile secure, happily insensible,
It could not rest content with its own truth.
This world is itself an inexplicable inconscient movement in the dumb inconscient Void, awhile secure, happily insensible. But it could not rest content with its own insensible truth, the inconscient that gave it birth.
Dream of Self and God
For something on its nescient breast was born
Condemned to see and know, to feel and love,
It watched its acts, imagined a soul within;
It groped for truth and dreamed of Self and God.
For something was born on the nescient breast of earth which was then condemned to see and know, to feel and love. It began to watch its acts, imagined a soul within. It groped for truth and dreamed of self and God.
When all unconscious was
When all unconscious was, then all was well.
When all was unconscious then all was well, says Death.
Death was king
I, Death, was king and kept my regal state,
Designing my unwilled, unerring plan,
Creating with a calm insentient heart.
When all was unconscious then Death was king and kept his regal state, designing his unerring plan without any active will, creating with a calm insentient heart.
Sovereign power of unreality
In my sovereign power of unreality
Obliging nothingness to take a form,
Infallibly my blind unthinking force
Making by chance a fixity like fate’s,
By whim the formulas of Necessity,
Founded on the hollow ground of the Inane
The sure bizarrerie of Nature’s scheme.
Death in his sovereign power of unreality has given form to nothingness. His blind unthinking force has infallibly turned the engines of chance into the fixity of fate and by whim it has created the formula of necessity. It has founded its bizarrerie of Nature’s scheme on the hollow ground of the Inane.
Closing Remarks
Death twists his logic to prove that he alone exists as the king of the estate of nature on the ground of nothingness.
About Savitri | B1C3-08 The New Life (pp.28-29)