⁠Savitri: a Legend and a Symbol ⁠by Sri Aurobindo, Book VII The Book of Yoga, Canto 5 The Finding of the Soul, pp. 526-527

0:02 A being stood immortal, intransience, deathless, dallying with momentary things, in whose wide eyes of tranquil happiness, which pity and sorrow could not abrogate Infinity turned its gaze on finite shapes. Observer of the silent steps of the hours. Eternity upheld the minutes, acts, and the passing scenes of the Everlasting's play in the mystery of its selecting will in the Divine Comedy. A participant, the Spirit's conscious representative, God's delegate in our humanity, comrade of the universe, the transcendence Ray.

0:51 She had come into the mortal body's room to play at ball with time and circumstance. A joy in the world, her Master movement. Here, the passion of the game lighted her eyes. A smile on her lips welcomed Earth's bliss and grief. A laugh was her return to pleasure and pain. All things she saw as a masquerade of truth disguised in the costumes of ignorance. Crossing the years to immortality. All she could front with the strong Spirit's peace, But since she knows the toil of mind and life as a mother feels and shares her children's lives, she puts forth a small portion of herself, a being no bigger than the thumb of man, into a hidden region of the heart, to face the pang and to forget the bliss, to share the suffering and endure earth's wounds and labour mid the labour of the stars. This in US laughs and weeps, suffers the stroke, exalts in victory, struggles for the crown, identified with the mind and body and life.

2:12 It takes on itself their anguish and defeat, bleeds with fate's whips and hangs upon the cross. It is the unwounded and immortal self supporting the actor in the human scene. Through this she sends us her glory and her powers, pushes to wisdom's heights. Through misery's gulfs. She gives us strength to do our daily task and sympathy, but that partakes of others grief and the little strength we have to help our race. We who must fill the role of the universe, acting itself out in a slight human shape and on our shoulders carry the struggling world.

2:59 This is in us the Godhead, small and marred. In this human portion of divinity she seats the greatness of the soul in time to uplift from light to light, from power to power, till on a heavenly peak it stands, a king in body, weak in its heart and invincible might. It climbed, stumbling, held up by an unseen hand, a toiling spirit in a mortal shape. Here, in this Chamber of flame and light they met. They looked upon each other, knew themselves, the secret deity and its human part, the calm and mortal and the struggling soul.

3:47 Then with a magic transformation speed, they rushed into each other and grew 1.