ऊषा का आगमन | सावित्री: 3 | सावित्री यज्ञ SY 004

(The coming of Dawn). 
We read the following lines:

‘A thought was sown in the unsounded Void,
A sense was born within the darkness’ depths,
A memory quivered in the heart of Time
As if a soul long dead were moved to live:
But the oblivion that succeeds the fall,
Had blotted the crowded tablets of the past,
And all that was destroyed must be rebuilt
And old experience laboured out once more.

All can be done if the god-touch is there.

A hope stole in that hardly dared to be
Amid the Night’s forlorn indifference.

As if solicited in an alien world
With timid and hazardous instinctive grace,
Orphaned and driven out to seek a home,
An errant marvel with no place to live,
Into a far-off nook of heaven there came
A slow miraculous gesture’s dim appeal.

The persistent thrill of a transfiguring touch
Persuaded the inert black quietude
And beauty and wonder disturbed the fields of God.

A wandering hand of pale enchanted light
That glowed along a fading moment’s brink,
Fixed with gold panel and opalescent hinge
A gate of dreams ajar on mystery’s verge.

One lucent corner windowing hidden things
Forced the world’s blind immensity to sight.

The darkness failed and slipped like a falling cloak
From the reclining body of a god.’

[Savitri, Book One Canto 1, p.3 ]