Savitri Class in Hindi with Alok Pandey
Savitri Book Three: The Book of Divine Mother, Canto Two : The Adoration of the Divine Mother
A hymn of adoration bursts forth in Aswapati’s heart as he beholds the vision wonderful. Yes, it is She for whom he had yearned and sought after. She is the golden bridge, the transmuting Love, the Original Light and Power of whom all else is a shadow or a reflection. Her mere Presence is enough to change us and reassure us of the harmonious and beautiful end towards which we vainly strive.
At the head she stands of birth and toil and fate,
In their slow round the cycles turn to her call;
Alone her hands can change Time’s dragon base.
Hers is the mystery the Night conceals;
The spirit’s alchemist energy is hers;
She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire.
The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,
A power of silence in the depths of God;
She is the Force, the inevitable Word,
The magnet of our difficult ascent,
The Sun from which we kindle all our suns,
The Light that leans from the unrealised Vasts,
The joy that beckons from the impossible,
The Might of all that never yet came down.
All Nature dumbly calls to her alone
To heal with her feet the aching throb of life
And break the seals on the dim soul of man
And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things.
One day Her touch will change all things. She is the supreme Hope, the sole Refuge. Having glimpsed That Supreme Glory, now Aswapati has no other longing left except to belong to Her and Her alone; to give himself completely to Her and Her alone.
All here shall be one day her sweetness’ home,
All contraries prepare her harmony;
Towards her our knowledge climbs, our passion gropes;
In her miraculous rapture we shall dwell,
Her clasp shall turn to ecstasy our pain.
Our self shall be one self with all through her.
In her confirmed because transformed in her,
Our life shall find in its fulfilled response
Above, the boundless hushed beatitudes,
Below, the wonder of the embrace divine.
[Savitri: 314 – 315]