Savitri: a Legend and a Symbol, by Sri Aurobindo, Book VI The Book of Fate, Canto 2 The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain, pp. 451-454

0:01 Till then must life carry its seed of death and sorrows. Plaint be heard in the slow night. O mortal, bear this great world's law of pain. In thy hard passage through a suffering world, lean for thy sole support. On Heaven's strength turn towards high truth. Aspire to love and peace. A little bliss is lengthy from above, a touch divine upon thy human days. Make of thy daily way a pilgrimage, for through small joys and griefs thou moveest towards God. Haste not towards Godhead on a dangerous Rd. Open not thy doorways to a nameless power. Climb not to Godhead by the Titan's road against the law He pits his single will across its way. He throws his pride of might heavenward. He clamours on a stair of storms, aspiring to live near the deathless sun.

1:09 He strives with a giant strength to rest by force from life and nature, the immortals right. He takes by storm the world and fate and heaven. He comes not to the high world Maker's seat, he waits not for the outstretched hand of God to raise him out of his mortality. All he would make his own leave nothing free, stretching his small self to cope with the infinite obstructing the gods open ways. He makes his own estate of the earth's air and light. A monopolist of the world energy. He dominates the life of common men.

1:50 His pain and others pain, he makes his means on death and suffering. He builds his throne in the hurry and clangor of his acts of might, in a riot and excess, of fame and shame, by his magnitudes of hate and violence, by the quaking of the world beneath his tread. He matches himself against the Eternals calm and feels in himself the greatness of a God. Power is his image of celestial self. The Titan's heart is a sea of fire and force. He exalts in the death of things and ruin and fall. He feeds his strength with his own and other's pain. In the world's pathos and passion he takes delight. His pride, his might call for the struggle and pang. He glories in the sufferings of the flesh and covers the stigmata with the Stoic's name.

2:52 His eyes, blinded and visionless, stare at the sun. The Seeker's sight, receding from his heart, can find no more the light of eternity. He sees the beyond as an emptiness void of soul, and takes his night for a dark infinite. His nature magnifies the unreal's blank and sees in naughty the sole reality. He would stamp his single figure on the world, obsess the world's rumors with his single name. His moments center the vast universe. He sees his little self as very God. His little eye has swallowed the whole world. His ego has stretched into Infinity. His mind, a beat in original nothingness, ciphers his thought on a slate of hourless time.

3:49 He builds on a mighty vacancy of soul, a huge philosophy of nothingness. In him Nirvana lives and speaks and acts impossibly, creating a universe, an eternal. 0 is his formless self, his spirit, the void, impersonal, absolute. Take not that stride, O growing soul of man. Cast not thyself into that night of God, the soul. Suffering is not eternity's key, or ransom by sorrow Heavens demand on life, O mortal bear, but ask not for the stroke.

4:29 Too soon will grief and anguish find thee out. Too enormous is that venture for thy will. Only in limits can man's strength be safe. Yet is Infinity thy Spirit's goal? Its bliss is there behind the world's face of tears. A power is in thee that thou knowest not. Thou art a vessel of the imprisoned spark. It seeks relief from time's envelopment. And while thou shutst it in the seal is pain bliss? Is the Godhead's crown eternal free, unburdened by life's blind mystery of pain? Pain is the signature of the ignorance attesting the secret God denied by life until life finds him. Pain can never end.

5:24 Calm is self's victory overcoming fate. Bear thou shalt find at last I rode to bliss. Bliss is the secret stuff of all that lives. Even pain and grief are garbs of world delight. It hides behind thy sorrow and thy cry, because thy strength is a part and not God's whole. Because, afflicted by the little self, thy consciousness forgets to be divine as it walks in the vague penumbra of the flesh, and cannot bear the world's tremendous touch. Thou cryest out and sayest that there is pain, indifference, pain and joy.

6:07 A triple disguise attire of the rapturous dancer in the waves. Withhold from thee the body of God's bliss. Thy Spirit's strength shall make thee one with God. Thy agony shall change to ecstasy. Indifference deepened into infinity's calm and joy. Laugh nude on the peaks of the Absolute.