32: Scribbled Notes — Virgin who comest perfected by joy …
In Book Five Canto Three of Savitri Satyavan is making passionate adoring advances towards Savitri and she with a gold-bright flaming love’s “opposite voice, ἀντίφωνον” responds to him. They pledge to be together. Jubilant love-bright Princess goes back to reveal to her royal parents her meeting Satyavan in the Shalwa Woods. But even before that, for one hour Narad the heavenly sage from Paradise sings to them about the sweetness and felicity of love:
He sang to them of the lotus-heart of love
With all its thousand luminous buds of truth,
Which quivering sleeps veiled by apparent things. ||106.17||
Now that luminous bud is no more going to lie sleeping. Eager father is asking his daughter to disclose the one whom she has found in a far place, one who would unlock the doors of felicity in her life, a “greater God, her self beyond Time”.
Virgin who comest perfected by joy,
Reveal the name thy sudden heart-beats learned. ||106.70||
Whom hast thou chosen kingliest among men? ||106.71||
Yet when does a virgin get perfected by joy? Here it is: Its moods tranquil and aglow! Speedy and sweet and mellifluous,
Gentle, and in its hue
Smiles fresh as dew!
In its sparkle so true,
In its blueness blue!
Flow deep and esoteric,
Its waters trimeric!
Purity like fire,
Winging higher and higher.
When does a virgin get perfected by joy? when she has discovered her lover.
When does ashoka get perfection’s red? when a young girl sprays wine from her mouth.
When does dew get perfected by smile? when orange glow of the morn kisses it.
When does a lyric note get perfected by the body? when hush floods tissue and nerve.
When is laughter a running stream? when is ready love’s cappuccino ice cream.
When will Maple-Tree Avenue be joyous with fragrant blossoms? when will stroll the lovers.
When does peacock get perfected by dance? when iridescent blue receives glad rains.
When does word get perfected by sound? when chiming rhythm inspires a poem.
When is there whiteness perfected by art? when Aphrodite wears only gold and nothing else.
When does imagination get perfected by artlessness? when wings find spontaneity of flight.
When does sensitivity get perfected by sense? when it intuits significances.
When does the moment get perfected by time? when eternity enters into its throb.
When does Aswapati get perfected by yoga? when he compels supreme Mother’s mortal birth.
When does Savitri get perfected by Death? when she has given him his truest form.
When does love get perfected? when dwells beauty, beauté éternelle, bellezza eterna.
When is life perfected by the spirit? when no more life is mistaken for the spirit.
When will birds find their wings perfected? when the flight has crossed surprises.
When does the soaring stone capture beauty? when is carved an image of the imageless.
When will fire-bird tweet in perfection’s shout”? when love’s secret held by death is found.
When will Miss Guidalberti be perfected? when will meet Leon Goldstein in the Topland Park.
When will they perfected by Time return to eternity? when they seek eternity only on earth.
When will Savitri meet Death? when necessarily dies her Satyavan, only then, triumphantly.
When will the poet write for perfection’s poets? when is found the wonder of the Word.
When is art perfection’s creation? when the within-above finds lines and colours and tunes.
The lover sings:
If you were not there
There would not have been the dreams,
Nor the horned moon
Stirring the ripples of sound.
Now on the black stalk
Grows your image,
A half-blossomed pink’s smile
Stirring the ripples of sound.
Even as from a distant country
Arrives the white crane,
He dips his leg in the waters
Stirring the ripples of sound.
Therefore the seasons move
And the great stars burn
Into a surprise of songs
Stirring the ripples of sound.
And
This fire was kindled ages ago, long before enduring Time was born, and long before the seer-monarch wielded a hundredweight sword, and the immobile occult was stirred in the large bowl of the Void. …
This fire climbed up from the valley like the voices of the auspicious immortality. …
O Worship this fire, offer it flowers and rich honey, offer it the ornaments of the night, and the dew-sprinkled happy moods of the dawn. …
Now this fire, the journey’s adventurous leader, has been kindled again in the hour of God, — as though a far-visioned poet utterly conquered the word for his lone joy.
Let this Fire be the giver of second birth to the mortal, the fruitful birth, the real birth, the birth in reality, O the Birth-knower, let it be so, let it be so, the birth of the Son of the Body.
And came Virgil to witness the spectacle. Even as he sat in a chair, came Dante and sat by his side, and Augustus Cæsar, Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo. They were participating in the wonderment about to be. The son will be born, the flame-child, born in the fire of love. And there was the shout of joy. In it to acquire Truth’s free-will is all progress. Life’s Truth-dynamism is then what works. It is not faith that counts, God having faith in God. Light eternal, luce etterna, dwells everywhere, luce etterna, that comes from Love alone, Love that moves the sun and all the stars, Love that shall enter into the very cells of the physical body. That is the birth of the son, of the flame-child. And Dante promises to rewrite his Comedy as the Book of Love.
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