A mighty Guidance leads us through all (Savitri, 059/01-23)

A mighty Guidance leads us through all

Savitri, (059/01-23)

We live not here upon a mechanical and casual globe bound by our Fate.

God has not abandoned us on this earth to a task beyond our capacity. He always accompanies us like a friend and a guide, helping us from life to life in our journey from mortality to immortality. He not only walks with us but actually carries us in His loving arms through the hardships and tribulations of our lives.

When we first came upon this earth to do His work and dared death, we were promised the crown of Immortality. This crown is safe in His hands, and no power can take away that glory from us.

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इस यांत्रिक और अकारण प्रकट हुई धरा पर हम अपने भाग्य से बंधे हुए जीवन व्यतीत नहीं करते हैं। 

भगवान् ने हमें इस धरा पर अपनी क्षमता से अधिक कार्य के लिए नहीं छोड़ दिया है। वे एक मित्र और एक मार्गदर्शक के समान सदा हमारे साथ रहते हैं और मृत्यु से अमरता की ओर हमारी यात्रा में, जीवन दर जीवन, हमारी सहायता करते हैं। वे न केवल हमारे साथ चलते हैं अपितु वे हमें अपनी बाहों में लिए हमें जीवन के कठिनाइयों और दु:खों से पार ले जाते हैं।

जब हमने भगवान् का कार्य करने के लिए प्रथम बार धरा पर जन्म लिया और मृत्यु का वरण किया था, तभी उन्होंने हमें अमरता का मुकुट पहनाने का वचन दिया था। यह मुकुट उनके हाथों में सुरक्षित है, और कोई भी शक्ति उसे हमसे छीन नहीं सकती है।

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Alive in a dead rotating universe

We whirl not here upon a casual globe

Abandoned to a task beyond our force;

Even through the tangled anarchy called Fate

And through the bitterness of death and fall

An outstretched Hand is felt upon our lives.

It is near us in unnumbered bodies and births;

In its unslackening grasp it keeps for us safe

The one inevitable supreme result

No will can take away and no doom change,

The crown of conscious Immortality,

The godhead promised to our struggling souls

When first man's heart dared death and suffered life.

One who has shaped this world is ever its lord:

Our errors are his steps upon the way;

He works through the fierce vicissitudes of our lives,

He works through the hard breath of battle and toil,

He works through our sins and sorrows and our tears,

His knowledge overrules our nescience;

Whatever the appearance we must bear,

Whatever our strong ills and present fate,

When nothing we can see but drift and bale,

A mighty Guidance leads us still through all.

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Savitri and the Common Man (Savitri, 006/11-26)

Savitri and the Common Man (006/11-26) 

These lines describe the state of Savitri and the people around her on the morning of the day when Satyavan must die: With the sunrise, when ordinary people get busy with their daily routine chasing their small joys and hopes, Savitri, amidst them, is indifferent and sad. There is a pain in Savitri's heart - the pain of a god who is immortal but born on this earth and consequently entrapped by Death.

ये पंक्तियाँ उस दिन की प्रातः जिस दिन सत्यवान की मृत्यु होना निश्चित है, सावित्री और उसके आस-पास उपस्थित मनुष्यों की मनःस्थिति का वर्णन कर रही हैं: सूर्योदय के साथ ही जब सामान्य मनुष्य अपनी छोटी-छोटी खुशियों और आशाओं का पीछा करते हुए अपनी दिनचर्या में व्यस्त हो जाते हैं, तब सावित्री उन सब के मध्य उदासीन और व्यथित हैं। सावित्री के हृदय में एक पीड़ा है - एक देव की पीड़ा, जो अमर है परन्तु इस धरा जन्म लेकर मृत्यु के पाश में फँस गया है।

                             And Savitri too awoke among these tribes

                            That hastened to join the brilliant Summoner's chant

                            And, lured by the beauty of the apparent ways,

                            Acclaimed their portion of ephemeral joy.

                            Akin to the eternity whence she came,

                            No part she took in this small happiness;

                            A mighty stranger in the human field,

                            The embodied Guest within made no response.

                            The call that wakes the leap of human mind,

                            Its chequered eager motion of pursuit,

                            Its fluttering-hued illusion of desire,

                            Visited her heart like a sweet alien note.

                            Time's message of brief light was not for her.

                            In her there was the anguish of the gods

                            Imprisoned in our transient human mould,

                           The deathless conquered by the death of things.

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