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At the Feet of The Mother

The Madonna of Might, p. 508

Opening Remarks
Savitri passes onwards and meets the Madonna of Might. The passage describes her in a most revealing manner.

Spirit’s upward route
On passed she in her spirit’s upward route.

Savitri passes further upstream in search of her soul.

Ardent grandeur
An ardent grandeur climbed mid ferns and rocks,
A quiet wind flattered the heart to warmth,
A finer perfume breathed from slender trees.

A mighty grandeur was felt amidst ferns and rocks climbing towards some mountain height. A quiet wind and a fine perfume from slender trees brought warmth and gladness to the heart.

All beautiful grew
All beautiful grew, subtle and high and strange.

All grew beautiful and subtle and high and strange with an unearthly sense.

Huge throne
Here on a boulder carved like a huge throne
A Woman sat in gold and purple sheen,
Armed with the trident and the thunderbolt,
Her feet upon a couchant lion’s back.

She sat on a boulder carved like a huge throne. She was attired in gold and purple sheen and armed with trident and thunderbolt. Her feet rested upon a couchant lion’s back.

Formidable smile
A formidable smile curved round her lips,
Heaven-fire laughed in the corners of her eyes;
Her body a mass of courage and heavenly strength,
She menaced the triumph of the nether gods.

A formidable smile was around her lips and the fire of Heaven laughed in the corners of her eyes. Her body seemed a mass of courage and heavenly strength. She menaced the nether gods staying their triumphant march.

Halo of lightnings
A halo of lightnings flamed around her head
And sovereignty, a great cestus, zoned her robe
And majesty and victory sat with her
Guarding in the wide cosmic battlefield
Against the flat equality of Death
And the all-levelling insurgent Night
The hierarchy of the ordered Powers,
The high changeless values, the peaked eminences,
The privileged aristocracy of Truth,
And in the governing Ideal’s sun
The triumvirate of wisdom, love and bliss
And the sole autocracy of the absolute Light.

A halo of lightnings flamed around her head. Sovereignty girdled her robe and majesty and victory sat by her side. She guarded the cosmic battlefields against the chill indifference of Death and the insurgency of the Night. Her might kept intact the hierarchy of the ordered Powers and the high changeless values and peaked eminences and the privileged aristocracy of the powers of Truth. She embodied the triumvirate of wisdom, love and bliss, the governing Ideal’s sun and the sole autocracy of absolute Light.

The march of God
August on her seat in the inner world of Mind,
The Mother of Might looked down on passing things,
Listened to the advancing tread of Time,
Saw the irresistible wheeling of the suns
And heard the thunder of the march of God.

The Mother of Might sat on her august seat in the inner world of Mind and looked down on passing things. She listened to the advancing tread of Time and saw the unstoppable circling of the suns and heard the thunder of the march of God.

Closing Remarks
We have a remarkable description of the Mother of Might revered as Durga in India.

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