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At the Feet of The Mother

The Moment of Destiny, p. 394

Opening Remarks
The moment of destiny has arrived and Satyavan too is being led where he should be for the destiny to unfold.

Satyavan had turned from his accustomed paths
That day he had turned from his accustomed paths;

For One who, knowing every moment’s load,
Can move in all our studied or careless steps,
Had laid the spell of destiny on his feet
And drawn him to the forest’s flowering verge.

That day (the day they suddenly met) Satyavan had taken an unusual route. It was as if the Lord had directed his movement. The One who determines our Fate and what we yet must bear moves in our steps laying the spell of Destiny on our feet. So was Satyavan drawn towards the forest’s flowering verge.

Her glance
At first her glance that took life’s million shapes
Impartially to people its treasure-house
Along with sky and flower and hill and star,
Dwelt rather on the bright harmonious scene.

Initially Savitri’s gaze fell upon the entire landscape which seemed a bright harmonious scene with the sun and sky and flower and hill and the morning star.

It saw the green-gold of the slumbrous sward,
The grasses quivering with the slow wind’s tread,
The branches haunted by the wild bird’s call.

She saw the sunlit forest grass quivering with the slow wind’s touch. The branches resounded with the wild bird’s call.

Image of veiled deity
Awake to Nature, vague as yet to life,
The eager prisoner from the Infinite,
The immortal wrestler in its mortal house,
Its pride, power, passion of a striving God,
It saw this image of veiled deity,
This thinking master creature of the earth,
This last result of the beauty of the stars,
But only saw like fair and common forms
The artist spirit needs not for its work
And puts aside in memory’s shadowy rooms.

She, the daughter of infinity, had chosen to enter this limited mortal frame. She saw in nature the image of a veiled Deity. The thinking man is presently at the apex of the evolutionary chain was part of the great plan. All this she saw as a vague background and put aside in the memory’s subconscient store.

Closing Remarks
Thus the stage was set for the great meeting between Savitri and Satyavan.

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