Savitri: a Legend and a Symbol, Book VII The Book of Yoga, Canto 2 The Parable of the Search for the Soul, pp. 474-477

0:02 As in the vigilance of the sleepless night, through the slow, heavy footed, silent hours, repressing in her bosom its load of grief, she sat staring at the dumb tread of time and the approach of ever nearing fate. A summons From her being Summit came a sound, a call that broke the seals of night above her brows. Where will and knowledge meet? A mighty voice invaded mortal space. It seemed to come from inaccessible heights, and yet was intimate with all the world and knew the meaning of the steps of time, and saw eternal destiny's changeless scene filling the far prospect of the cosmic gaze. As the voice touched, her body became a stark and rigid golden statue of motionless trance, a stone of God lit by an amethyst soul.

1:07 Around her body's stillness all grew still. Her heart listened to its slow, measured beats. Her mind renouncing, thought, heard, and was mute. Why camest thou to this dumb death bound earth, this ignorant life beneath indifferent skies, tied like a sacrifice on the altar of time? O spirit, O immortal energy, if twas to nurse grief in a helpless heart, or with hard tearless eyes await thy doom, Arise, O soul, and Vanquish time and death. But Savitri's heart replied, in the dim night my strength is taken from me and given to death. Why should I lift my hands to the shut heavens, or struggle with mute inevitable fate, or hope in vain to uplift an ignorant race who hug their lot and mock the Saviour Light and see in mind Wisdom's soul Tabernacle in its harsh peak and its inconciant base, a rock of safety and an anchor of sleep. Is there a God whom any cry can move? He sits in peace and leaves the mortal strength impotent against his calm omnipotent will, law and in conscience in the almighty hands of death.

2:40 What need have I? What need has Satyavan to avoid the black meshed net, the dismal door, or call a mightier light into life's closed room, a greater law into man's little world? Why should I strive with Earth's unyielding laws or stave off death's inevitable hour? This surely is best to pactice with my fate and follow close behind my lover's steps, and pass through night from twilight to the sun, across the tenebrous river that divides the adjoining parishes of earth and heaven. Then could we lie in armed breast upon breast, untroubled by thought, untroubled by our hearts, forgetting man and life and time and its hours, forgetting eternity's call, forgetting God, The voice replied. Is this enough, O Spirit?

3:46 And what shall thy soul say when it wakes and knows the work was left undone for which it came? Or is this all for thy being born on earth, charged with a mandate from eternity, a listener to the voices of the years, a follower of the footprints of the gods, to pass and leave unchanged the old dusty laws? Shall there be no new tables, no new word, no greater light come down upon the earth, delivering her from her unconsciousness, man's spirit from unalterable fate? Canst, canst thou not down to open the doors of fate, the iron doors that seemed forever closed, and lead man to truths wide and golden Rd. that runs through finite things to eternity?

4:40 Is this then the report that I must make? My head bowed with shame before the eternal seat? His power he kindled in thy body has failed. His labourer returns her task undone. Then Savitri's heart fell mute. It spoke no word, but holding back her troubled rebel heart, abrupt, erect and strong calm, like a hill surmounting the seas of mortal ignorance, its peak immutable of above mine's air. A power within her, answered the still voice. I am thy portion here, charged with thy work as thou myself seated forever above.

5:30 Speak to my depths, O great and deathless voice command, for I am here to do thy will, the voice replied. Remember why thou camest. Find out thy soul. Recover thy hid self in silence. Seek God's meaning in thy depths. Then mortal nature change to the Divine. Open God's door, Enter into his trance. Cast thought from thee that nimble ape of light, in his tremendous hush, stilling thy brain, his vast truth. Wake within and know and see.

6:18 Cast from thee sense that veils thy spirit's sight in the enormous emptiness of thy mind. Thou shalt see the Eternal's body in the world. Know him in every voice heard by thy soul in the world's context. Meet His single touch. All things shall fold thee into his embrace. Conquer thy heart's throbs. Let thy heart beat in God. Thy nature shall be the engine of His works. Thy voice shall house the mightiness of His word. Then shalt thou harbour my force and conquer death.

7:02 Then Savitri by her doomed husband, SAT still, rigid in her golden motionless pose, a statue of the fire, of the inner sun in the black night. The wrath of storm swept by. The Thunder crashed above her. The rain hissed, its million footsteps pattered on the roof, impassive mid the movement and the cry witness of the thoughts of mind, the moods of life, she looked into herself and sought for her soul.