⁠Savitri: a Legend and a Symbol ⁠by Sri Aurobindo, Book I The Book of Beginnings, Canto 1, The Symbol Dawn, pp. 3-6

0:01 A wandering hand of pale enchanted light that glowed along a fading moment's brink fixed with gold panel. An opalescent hinge. A gate of dreams ajar and mystery's verge. 1 loosened corner. Windowing. Hidden things forced the world's blind immensity to sight. The darkness failed and slipped like a falling cloak from the reclining body of a God. Then through the pallid rift that seemed at first hardly enough, for a trickle from the Suns outpoured the revelation and the flame. The brief perpetual sign recurred above, a glamour from unreached transcendences, iridescent with the glory of the unseen, a message from the unknown immortal light, a blaze upon creation's quivering edge.

1:01 Dawn built her aura of magnificent hues and buried its seed of grandeur in the hours an instance visitor the God had shown on life's thin border. A while the vision stood and bent over Earth's pondering forehead curve, interpreting a recondite beauty and bliss in colors, hero glyphs of Mystic sense. It wrote the lines of his significant myth, telling of a greatness of spiritual dawns, a brilliant code pinned with the sky. For Paige, almost that day the epiphany was disclosed, of which our thoughts and hopes are signal flares.

1:48 A lonely splendor from the invisible goal almost was flung on the opaque inane once more. A tread perturbed the vacant vasts infinity's center. A face of rapturous calm parted the eternal lids that opened heaven. A form from far beatitude seemed to near ambassadrics twist eternity and change. The omniscient goddess leaned across the breaths that wrapped the fated journeyings of the stars and saw the spaces ready for her feet. Once she half looked behind for her veiled son, then thoughtful went to her immortal work. Earth felt the Imperishable's passage close. The waking ear of nature heard her steps and wideness, turned to her its limitless eye and scattered unsealed depths. Her luminous smile kindled to fire. The silence of the world's all grew a consecration and a right air was a vibrant link between earth and heaven. The wide winged hymn of a great priestly wind arose and failed upon the altar hills.

3:10 The high boughs prayed in a revealing sky, here where our half lit ignorance skirts the gulfs on the dumb bosom of the ambiguous earth. Here where one knows not even the step in front. And truth has her throne on the shadowy back of doubt. On this anguished and precarious field of toil, outspread beneath some large indifferent gaze, impartial witness of our joy and Baal, our prostate soil bore the awakening ray. Here too, the vision and prophetic gleam lit into miracles, common meaningless shapes. Then the divine, a flatus spent, withdrew, unwanted, fading from the mortal's range.

4:02 A sacred yearning lingered in its trace. The worship of a presence and a power too perfect to be held by death bound hearts the prescience of a marvelous birth to come. Only a little the God light can stay. Spiritual beauty illuminating human sight lines with its passion and mystery. Matters mask and squanders eternity on a beat of time, as when a soul draws near the sill of birth, adjoining mortal time to timelessness. A spark of deity lost in matters crypt, its luster vanishes in the inconscient plains.

4:46 The transient glow of magic fire so now dissolved in bright, accustomed air. The message ceased and waned. The messenger, the single call, the uncompanioned power drew Brack into some far off secret world. The hue and marvel of the supernal beam. She looked no more on our mortality. The excess of beauty natural to God, kind, could not uphold its claim on time born eyes too Mystic, real for space tenancy. Her body of glory was expung from heaven.

5:28 The rarity and wonder lived no more. There was the common light of earthly day, a franchise from the respite of fatigue. Once more the rumor of the speed of life pursued the cycles of her blinded quest, All sprang to their unvarying daily acts. The thousand peoples of the soil and tree obeyed the unforeseeing instant's urge and lead her here. With his uncertain mind alone, who stares at the future's covered face, man lifted up the burden of his fate.