41: Scribbled Notes — “O Satyavan, O luminous Savitri”
We are looking into the following line which appears in Book Eleven of Savitri, “O Satyavan, O luminous Savitri”. The supreme Voice is poised to grant a Boon of boons to Savitri, of a life divine in a divine body and it is he who asserts that it was he who had sent them “beneath stars”, sent of old, at the start of the present terrestrial manifestation:
Descend to life with him thy heart desires. ||155.1||
O Satyavan, O luminous Savitri,
I sent you forth of old beneath the stars,
A dual power of God in an ignorant world,
In a hedged creation shut from limitless self,
Bringing down God to the insentient glow,
Lifting earth-beings to immortality. ||155.2||
That Voice at once makes a significant difference between Satyavan and Savitri both of whom at the moment are present in the Transcendental Realm with the Supreme himself. The adjective “luminous” is exclusively for Savitri and does not describe Satyavan that way. It tells the purposes for which they have been sent here “beneath the stars”.
In the world of my knowledge and my ignorance
Where God is unseen and only is heard a Name
And knowledge is trapped in the boundaries of mind
And life is hauled in the drag-net of desire
And Matter hides the soul from its own sight,
You are my Force at work to uplift earth’s fate,
My self that moves up the immense incline
Between the extremes of the spirit’s night and day. ||155.3||
Savitri is the Force of the Supreme to uplift earth’s fate and Satyavan his soul climbing the ladder of this momentous creation.
Here is Satyavan:
He is my soul that climbs from nescient Night
Through life and mind and supernature’s Vast
To the supernal light of Timelessness
And my eternity hid in moving Time
And my boundlessness cut by the curve of Space. ||155.4||
It climbs to the greatness it has left behind
And to the beauty and joy from which it fell,
To the closeness and sweetness of all things divine,
To light without bounds and life illimitable,
Taste of the depths of the Ineffable’s bliss,
Touch of the immortal and the infinite. ||155.5||
He is my soul that gropes out of the beast
To reach humanity’s heights of lucent thought,
And the vicinity of Truth’s sublime. ||155.6||
He is the godhead growing in human lives
And in the body of earth-being’s forms,
He is the soul of man climbing to God
In Nature’s surge out of earth’s ignorance. ||155.7||
And here is Savitri:
O Savitri, thou art my spirit’s Power,
The revealing voice of my immortal Word,
The face of Truth upon the roads of Time
Pointing to the souls of men the routes to God. ||155.8||
While the dim light from the veiled Spirit’s peak
Falls upon Matter’s stark inconscient sleep
As if a pale moonbeam on a dense glade,
And Mind in a half-light moves amid half-truths
And the human heart knows only human love
And life is a stumbling and imperfect force
And the body counts out its precarious days,
You shall be born into man’s dubious hours
In forms that hide the soul’s divinity
And show through veils of the earth’s doubting air
My glory breaking as through clouds a sun,
Or burning like a rare and inward fire,
And with my nameless influence fill men’s lives. ||155.9||
Yet shall they look up as to peaks of God
And feel God like a circumambient air
And rest on God as on a motionless base. ||155.10||
Yet shall there glow on mind like a horned moon
The spirit’s crescent splendour in pale skies
And light man’s life upon his Godward road. ||155.11||
However, the entire purpose goes, has to go, far beyond these assertions. The possibilities of the Supreme have to enter into the growing spirit in the fullness of divine many-ness.
But more there is concealed in God’s Beyond
That shall one day reveal its hidden face. ||155.12||
Still, why Savitri is “luminous” without that qualification being there for Satyavan? Although this distinction appears towards the end of the great Epic, some 23,000 lines afterwards, it has been made completely explicit In the second Canto itself, The Issue of the Book of Beginnings. It describes the incarnate Savitri as a perfect shrine for the God of Love, who is none other than Satyavan. In that description first is presented the place where the drama of her life is going to be staged: “There was her drama’s radiant prologue lived.” This is a place which is at once near to earth’s wideness and also is intimate with heaven:
Near to earth’s wideness, intimate with heaven,
Exalted and swift her young large-visioned spirit
Voyaging through worlds of splendour and of calm
Overflew the ways of Thought to unborn things. ||3.31||
And this is how she is here:
Ardent was her self-poised unstumbling will;
Her mind, a sea of white sincerity,
Passionate in flow, had not one turbid wave. ||3.32||
As in a mystic and dynamic dance
A priestess of immaculate ecstasies
Inspired and ruled from Truth’s revealing vault
Moves in some prophet cavern of the gods,
A heart of silence in the hands of joy
Inhabited with rich creative beats
A body like a parable of dawn
That seemed a niche for veiled divinity
Or golden temple door to things beyond. ||3.33||
Immortal rhythms swayed in her time-born steps;
Her look, her smile awoke celestial sense
Even in earth-stuff, and their intense delight
Poured a supernal beauty on men’s lives. ||3.34||
A wide self-giving was her native act;
A magnanimity as of sea or sky
Enveloped with its greatness all that came
And gave a sense as of a greatened world:
Her kindly care was a sweet temperate sun,
Her high passion a blue heaven’s equipoise. ||3.35||
In it soul-bird finds its perfect refuge, even drinks streams of honey-fire:
As might a soul fly like a hunted bird,
Escaping with tired wings from a world of storms,
And a quiet reach like a remembered breast,
In a haven of safety and splendid soft repose
One could drink life back in streams of honey-fire,
Recover the lost habit of happiness,
Feel her bright nature’s glorious ambiance,
And preen joy in her warmth and colour’s rule. ||3.36||
Hers is a love in which are present universes and universes, of wonders and surprises waiting to come into manifestation:
A deep of compassion, a hushed sanctuary,
Her inward help unbarred a gate in heaven;
Love in her was wider than the universe,
The whole world could take refuge in her single heart. ||3.37||
No surprise then, that the God of Love should long to be present in this Shrine of splendour and harmony and perfection and wisdom and power. Ever want of his is fulfilled in it:
The great unsatisfied godhead here could dwell:
Vacant of the dwarf self’s imprisoned air
Her mood could harbour his sublimer breath
Spiritual that can make all things divine. ||3.38||
For even her gulfs were secrecies of light. ||3.39||
At once she was the stillness and the word,
A continent of self-diffusing peace,
An ocean of untrembling virgin fire:
The strength, the silence of the gods were hers. ||3.40||
In her he found a vastness like his own,
His high warm subtle ether he refound
And moved in her as in his natural home. ||3.41||
In her he met his own eternity. ||3.42||
In the far-off Shalwa Woods, by a designed Chance, meet one fateful morning Savitri and Satyavan. They at once recognise each other’s identity and the magic moment performs the trick. They pledge to be together in life. An alchemy works and comes the transmutation. A mystery awakes in the inconscient stuff.
Love’s adoration like a mystic seer
Through vision looks at the invisible,
In earth’s alphabet finds a God-like sense; …||102.53||
Heart feels for heart, limb cries for answering limb;
All strives to enforce the unity all is. ||102.54||
Too far from the Divine, Love seeks his truth … .||102.55||
Matrix of new time begins. Savitri confides it to Satyavan:
O Satyavan, I have heard thee and I know;
I know that thou and only thou art he. ||104.2||
The deed is done. But Savitri has the least idea, nor has Satyavan, that there is the unseen evil panther-doom hiding behind the bush. But the Yogi-Poet has not forgotten what he wrote long before that. In his marvallous prolegomena in the very first Canto we have this:
At the summons of her body’s voiceless call
Her strong far-winging spirit travelled back,
Back to the yoke of ignorance and fate,
Back to the labour and stress of mortal days,
Lighting a pathway through strange symbol dreams
Across the ebbing of the seas of sleep. ||2.33||
Her house of Nature felt an unseen sway,
Illumined swiftly were life’s darkened rooms,
And memory’s casements opened on the hours
And the tired feet of thought approached her doors. ||2.34||
All came back to her: Earth and Love and Doom,
The ancient disputants, encircled her
Like giant figures wrestling in the night:
The godheads from the dim Inconscient born
Awoke to struggle and the pang divine,
And in the shadow of her flaming heart,
At the sombre centre of the dire debate,
A guardian of the unconsoled abyss
Inheriting the long agony of the globe,
A stone-still figure of high and godlike Pain
Stared into space with fixed regardless eyes
That saw grief’s timeless depths but not life’s goal. ||2.35||
Afflicted by his harsh divinity,
Bound to his throne, he waited unappeased
The daily oblation of her unwept tears. ||2.36||
All the fierce question of man’s hours relived. ||2.37||
But before that we had Love meeting Savitri with the shadow of death hiding behind him:
Here with the suddenness divine advents have,
Repeating the marvel of the first descent,
Changing to rapture the dull earthly round,
Love came to her hiding the shadow, Death. ||3.27||
Well might he find in her his perfect shrine. ||3.28||
It is this ancient-most “fierce question”, and its resolution, that makes Savitri “luminous”, the question of Earth and Love and Doom. Satyavan has no idea of it, only that he is aware of the dichotomy of Spirit and Matter. He knows that Savitri is the hyperlink that can join them together for a greater evolutionary destiny:
I looked upon the world and missed the Self,
And when I found the Self, I lost the world,
My other selves I lost and the body of God,
The link of the finite with the Infinite,
The bridge between the appearance and the Truth,
The mystic aim for which the world was made,
The human sense of Immortality. ||103.66||
But now the gold link comes to me with thy feet
And His gold sun has shone on me from thy face. ||103.67||
For now another realm draws near with thee
And now diviner voices fill my ear,
A strange new world swims to me in thy gaze
Approaching like a star from unknown heavens;
A cry of spheres comes with thee and a song
Of flaming gods. I draw a wealthier breath
And in a fierier march of moments move. ||103.68||
Though Satyavan is not “luminous”, yet extremely perceptive-intuitive he is to recognise that every fulfilment will come only because of “luminous” Savitri. Yet
Rare is the cup fit for love’s nectar wine,
As rare the vessel that can hold God’s birth;
A soul made ready through a thousand years
Is the living mould of a supreme Descent. ||102.57||
He is the soul made ready through a thousand years, that is, through long measureless ages.
11 June 2026
The featured image is a painting by Huta
Savitri Book 4 Canto 1 – The Birth and Childhood of the Flame
An image made of heaven’s transparent light. ||94.49||
Its charm recalled things seen in vision’s hours,
A golden bridge spanning a faery flood,
A moon-touched palm-tree single by a lake
Companion of the wide and glimmering peace,
A murmur as of leaves in the Paradise
Moving when feet of the Immortals pass,
A fiery halo over sleeping hills,
A strange and starry head alone in Night. ||94.50||

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