Audio recording of the Savitri Study Class with Alok Pandey. Book 1, Canto 1.
The Divine descends into our humanity assuming a human form so as to bear the burden of man’s Fate. He works unseen in a way that is often incomprehensible to human beings and yet his work lays the foundation for the future, opens a door for humanity to pass through in its hour of crisis. He comes to clear and open the path for man carrying man’s destiny in her wide heart.
Even in this moment of her soul’s despair,
In its grim rendezvous with death and fear,
No cry broke from her lips, no call for aid;
She told the secret of her woe to none:
Calm was her face and courage kept her mute.
Yet only her outward self suffered and strove;
Even her humanity was half divine:
Her spirit opened to the Spirit in all,
Her nature felt all Nature as its own.
Apart, living within, all lives she bore;
Aloof, she carried in herself the world:
Her dread was one with the great cosmic dread,
Her strength was founded on the cosmic mights;
The universal Mother’s love was hers.
Against the evil at life’s afflicted roots,
Her own calamity its private sign,
Of her pangs she made a mystic poignant sword.
A solitary mind, a world-wide heart,
To the lone Immortal’s unshared work she rose.
