A Spiritual Biography
of Savitri
18: The Wonderful
Boon
O strong forerunner, I have heard thy cry.
One shall descend and
break the iron Law,
Change Nature’s doom by the lone Spirit’s power.
A limitless Mind that
can contain the world,
A sweet and violent
heart of ardent calms
Moved by the passions of the gods shall come.
All mights and
greatnesses shall join in her;
Beauty shall walk
celestial on the earth,
Delight shall sleep in
the cloud-net of her hair
And in her body as on
his homing tree
Immortal Love shall beat his glorious wings.
A music of griefless
things shall weave her charm;
The harps of the
Perfect shall attune her voice,
The streams of Heaven
shall murmur in her laugh,
Her lips shall be the
honeycombs of God,
Her breasts the
rapture-flowers of
She shall bear Wisdom
in her voiceless bosom,
Strength shall be with
her like a conqueror’s sword
And from her eyes the Eternal’s bliss shall gaze.
A seed shall be sown in
Death’s tremendous hour,
A branch of heaven
transplant to human soil;
Nature shall overleap
her mortal step;
Fate shall be changed by an unchanging will.
Savitri,
p. 346