About Savitri | B1C2-07 The Promise and Certitude of Victory (pp.16-17)

A glowing orbit was her early term,
Years like gold raiment of the gods that pass;
Her youth sat throned in calm felicity.
But joy cannot endure until the end:
There is a darkness in terrestrial things
That will not suffer long too glad a note.
On her too closed the inescapable Hand:
The armed Immortal bore the snare of Time.

The story of the earth is an ascent from darkness and unconsciousness to Light and Consciousness. This journey is, in spite of so many years, just still at its beginning, and only in front of us is the assurance of the Light that will be.
When we look back, we look at so much darkness, suffering, misery, that if we don’t have the inner Consciousness and its assurance of future Victory, truly we could say, like so many have said in the past, that to escape misery we must get out of earth’s life.
Now Savitri has brought the promise and the certitude that Light will prevail and that misery will go. So, on this promise we must base our certitude also and advance towards the luminous Future.

One dealt with her who meets the burdened great.
Assigner of the ordeal and the path
Who chooses in this holocaust of the soul
Death, fall and sorrow as the spirit’s goads,
The dubious godhead with his torch of pain
Lit up the chasm of the unfinished world
And called her to fill with her vast self the abyss.
August and pitiless in his calm outlook,
Heightening the Eternal’s dreadful strategy,
He measured the difficulty with the might
And dug more deep the gulf that all must cross.
Assailing her divinest elements,
He made her heart kin to the striving human heart
And forced her strength to its appointed road.
For this she had accepted mortal breath;
To wrestle with the Shadow she had come
And must confront the riddle of man’s birth
And life’s brief struggle in dumb Matter’s night.
Whether to bear with Ignorance and Death
Or hew the ways of Immortality,
To win or lose the godlike game for man,
Was her soul’s issue thrown with Destiny’s dice.
But not to submit and suffer was she born;
To lead, to deliver was her glorious part.

There it is put exactly and clearly: it was like a problem to be solved and She had the Will and the capacity to solve it. She came remembering who She was and with this remembrance She faced the ordeal. This world of miseries, this world of death and suffering must become a world of glorious Light and of Divine Consciousness. Whatever is the pain, whatever is the ordeal, whatever is the length of the trouble, She has come to win and She brings with her the Victory.