Liked on YouTube: THE ENGLISH OF SAVITRI BY SHRADDHAVAN BOOK 2 CANTO 4 S 11 LINES 639-671 & CANTO 5 L 1-13 2019-01-10
THE ENGLISH OF SAVITRI BY SHRADDHAVAN BOOK 2 CANTO 4 S 11 LINES 639-671 & CANTO 5 L 1-13 2019-01-10
πππ πππππππ ππ πππππππ π πππππ πππ ππ πππππππππππ ππ πππππππ ππππππ, πππππππππ ππ-ππ-ππππ ==================================== πππππππ ππππ πππ - πππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππππππ ππ πππ πππππ πππππ π πππ - πππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ πππ π πππππ πππ-πππ πππππ πππ-πππ ( π¬π΅π« πΆπ πͺπ¨π΅π»πΆ ππΆπΌπΉ) πππππ π πππ - πππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ πππ π πππππ π-ππ ππππ πππ =================================== In limits only it was powerful; Acute to capture truth for outward use, Its knowledge was the body's instrument; Absorbed in the little works of its prison-house It turned around the same unchanging points In the same circle of interest and desire, But thought itself the master of its jail. Although for action, not for wisdom made, Thought was its apex—or its gutter's rim: It saw an image of the external world And saw its surface self, but knew no more. Out of a slow confused embroiled self-search Mind grew to a clarity cut out, precise, A gleam enclosed in a stone ignorance. In this bound thinking's narrow leadership Tied to the soil, inspired by common things, Attached to a confined familiar world, Amid the multitude of her motived plots, Her changing actors and her million masks, Life was a play monotonously the same. There were no vast perspectives of the spirit, No swift invasions of unknown delight, No golden distances of wide release. This petty state resembled our human days But fixed to eternity of changeless type, A moment's movement doomed to last through Time. Existence bridge-like spanned the inconscient gulfs, A half-illumined building in a mist, Which from a void of Form arose to sight And jutted out into a void of Soul. A little light in a great darkness born, Life knew not where it went nor whence it came. Around all floated still the nescient haze. End of Canto Four CANTO FIVE THE GODHEADS OF THE LITTLE LIFE A fixed and narrow power with rigid forms, He saw the empire of the little life, An unhappy corner in eternity. It lived upon the margin of the Idea Protected by Ignorance as in a shell. Then, hoping to learn the secret of this world He peered across its scanty fringe of sight, To disengage from its surface-clear obscurity The Force that moved it and the Idea that made, Imposing smallness on the Infinite, The ruling spirit of its littleness, The divine law that gave it right to be, Its claim on Nature and its need in Time.
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πππ πππππππ ππ πππππππ π πππππ πππ ππ πππππππππππ ππ πππππππ ππππππ, πππππππππ ππ-ππ-ππππ ==================================== πππππππ ππππ πππ - πππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππππππ ππ πππ πππππ πππππ π πππ - πππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ πππ π πππππ πππ-πππ πππππ πππ-πππ ( π¬π΅π« πΆπ πͺπ¨π΅π»πΆ ππΆπΌπΉ) πππππ π πππ - πππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ πππ π πππππ π-ππ ππππ πππ =================================== In limits only it was powerful; Acute to capture truth for outward use, Its knowledge was the body's instrument; Absorbed in the little works of its prison-house It turned around the same unchanging points In the same circle of interest and desire, But thought itself the master of its jail. Although for action, not for wisdom made, Thought was its apex—or its gutter's rim: It saw an image of the external world And saw its surface self, but knew no more. Out of a slow confused embroiled self-search Mind grew to a clarity cut out, precise, A gleam enclosed in a stone ignorance. In this bound thinking's narrow leadership Tied to the soil, inspired by common things, Attached to a confined familiar world, Amid the multitude of her motived plots, Her changing actors and her million masks, Life was a play monotonously the same. There were no vast perspectives of the spirit, No swift invasions of unknown delight, No golden distances of wide release. This petty state resembled our human days But fixed to eternity of changeless type, A moment's movement doomed to last through Time. Existence bridge-like spanned the inconscient gulfs, A half-illumined building in a mist, Which from a void of Form arose to sight And jutted out into a void of Soul. A little light in a great darkness born, Life knew not where it went nor whence it came. Around all floated still the nescient haze. End of Canto Four CANTO FIVE THE GODHEADS OF THE LITTLE LIFE A fixed and narrow power with rigid forms, He saw the empire of the little life, An unhappy corner in eternity. It lived upon the margin of the Idea Protected by Ignorance as in a shell. Then, hoping to learn the secret of this world He peered across its scanty fringe of sight, To disengage from its surface-clear obscurity The Force that moved it and the Idea that made, Imposing smallness on the Infinite, The ruling spirit of its littleness, The divine law that gave it right to be, Its claim on Nature and its need in Time.
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