Savitri: Book 3 Canto 4 Section 1

O Son of Strength who climbst creation’s peaks,

No soul is thy companion in the light;

Alone thou standest at the eternal doors.

What thou hast won is thine, but ask no more.

O Spirit aspiring in an ignorant frame,

O Voice arisen from the Inconscient’s world,

How shalt thou speak for men whose hearts are dumb,

Make purblind earth the soul’s seer-vision’s home

Or lighten the burden of the senseless globe?

I am the Mystery beyond reach of mind,

I am the goal of the travail of the suns;

My fire and sweetness are the cause of life.

But too immense my danger and my joy.

Awake not the immeasurable descent,

Speak not my secret name to hostile Time;

Man is too weak to bear the Infinite’s weight.

Truth born too soon might break the imperfect earth.

Leave the all-seeing Power to hew its way:

In thy single vast achievement reign apart

Helping the world with thy great lonely days.

I ask thee not to merge thy heart of flame

In the Immobile’s wide uncaring bliss,

Turned from the fruitless motion of the years,

Deserting the fierce labour of the worlds,

Aloof from beings, lost in the Alone.

How shall thy mighty spirit brook repose

While Death is still unconquered on the earth

And Time a field of suffering and pain?

Thy soul was born to share the laden Force;

Obey thy nature and fulfil thy fate:

Accept the difficulty and godlike toil,

For the slow-paced omniscient purpose live.