Readings in Sri Aurobindo's Savitri: A Legend and a Symbol, Book VI, Canto 2 The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain

0:01 Queen, strive no more to change the secret will times accidents are steps in its vast scheme. Bring not thy brief and helpless human tears across the fathomless moments of a heart that knows its single will and gods as one. It can embrace its hostile destiny. It sits apart with grief and facing death, affronting adverse fate. Armed and alone in this enormous world, standing apart in the mightiness of her silent spirit's will, in the passion of her soul of sacrifice, her lonely strength facing the universe affronting fate asks not man's help, nor God's. Sometimes one life is charged with Earth's destiny. It cries not for succor.

0:58 From the time bound powers alone she is equal to her mighty task. Intervene not in a strife too great for thee, the struggle too deep for mortal thought to sound. It's question to this nature's rigid bounds. When the soul fronts nude of garbs, the infinite. It's too vast theme of a lonely mortal will facing the silence of eternity as a star uncompanion moves in heaven. Unastonished by the immensities of space. Traveling Infinity by its own light.

1:39 The great are strongest when they stand alone, a godgiven might of being as their force a ray from self solitude of light. The Guide, the soul that can live alone with itself meets God. It's lonely universe is their rendezvous. A day may come when she must stand unhelped on a dangerous brink of the world's doom and hers carrying the world's future on her lonely breast, Carrying the human hope in a heart left soul to conquer or fail on a last desperate verge, alone with death and close to extinction's edge. Her single greatness in that last dire scene must cross alone a perilous bridge in time and reach an apex of world destiny where all is 1 or all is lost for man. And that tremendous silence, lone and lost, of a deciding hour in the world's fate, in her souls climbing beyond mortal time, when she stands soul with death, or soul with God apart upon a silent, desperate brink, alone with herself and death and destiny as on some verge between time and timelessness. When being must end or life rebuild its base, alone she must conquer or alone must fall.

3:15 No human aid can reach her in that hour. No armored God stands shining at her side. Cry not to heaven, for she alone can save for this the silent force came missioned down in her. The conscious will took human shape. She only can save herself and save the world. Oh queen, stand back from that stupendous scene. Come not between her and her hour of fate. Her hour must come and none can intervene. Think not to turn her from her heaven sent task. Strive not to save her from her own high will.

3:58 Thou hast no place in that tremendous strife. Thy love and longing are not arbiters there. Leave the world's fate in her to God's soul guard, even if he seems to leave her to her lone strength, even though all falters and falls and sees and end, and the heart fails, and only are death and night. God-given her strength can battle against doom even on a brink, where death alone seems close and no human strength can hinder or can help. Think not to intercede with the hidden will.

4:39 Intrude not twixt her spirit and its force, but leave her to her mighty self and fate.