Savitri. Part Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEF DGDGDGDGHIFJ KLKLDMDNDODO PQPQDDDDHRFR PSPSTPTPUDUD DVDVDWDWXDXD DLDLYIYJDLDL DDDDDWDWDODO LMLMLWLWLLLL DZDZRLRLDPDP HPFPDA2DA2XPXP MPMPDDDDLB2LB2 C2DC2DD2QD2QE2C2E2C2 DLDLPDPDPDPD MC2B2C2DYDYF2DF2D HC2HC2HC2HC2DG2DG2 H2PH2PPLPLHDHD I2DI2DLLLLC2XC2X PLPLLDLDLDLD LC2LC2J2C2K2C2YDYD DC2DC2PPPPL2H2L2H2 DDDDK2M2J2M2C2OC2O LDLDC2DC2DN2DN2D| As still Savitri sat beside | A |
| Her husband dying dying fast | B |
| She saw a stranger slowly glide | A |
| Beneath the boughs that shrunk aghast | B |
| Upon his head he wore a crown | C |
| That shimmered in the doubtful light | D |
| His vestment scarlet reached low down | C |
| His waist a golden girdle dight | D |
| His skin was dark as bronze his face | E |
| Irradiate and yet severe | F |
| His eyes had much of love and grace | E |
| But glowed so bright they filled with fear | F |
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| A string was in the stranger's hand | D |
| Noosed at its end Her terrors now | G |
| Savitri scarcely could command | D |
| Upon the sod beneath a bough | G |
| She gently laid her husband's head | D |
| And in obeisance bent her brow | G |
| No mortal form is thine she said | D |
| Beseech thee say what god art thou | G |
| And what can be thine errand here | H |
| Savitri for thy prayers thy faith | I |
| Thy frequent vows thy fasts severe | F |
| I answer list my name is Death | J |
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| And I am come myself to take | K |
| Thy husband from this earth away | L |
| And he shall cross the doleful lake | K |
| In my own charge and let me say | L |
| To few such honours I accord | D |
| But his pure life and thine require | M |
| No less from me The dreadful sword | D |
| Like lightning glanced one moment dire | N |
| And then the inner man was tied | D |
| The soul no bigger than the thumb | O |
| To be borne onwards by his side | D |
| Savitri all the while stood dumb | O |
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| But when the god moved slowly on | P |
| To gain his own dominions dim | Q |
| Leaving the body there anon | P |
| Savitri meekly followed him | Q |
| Hoping against all hope he turned | D |
| And looked surprised Go back my child | D |
| Pale pale the stars above them burned | D |
| More weird the scene had grown and wild | D |
| It is not for the living hear | H |
| To follow where the dead must go | R |
| Thy duty lies before thee clear | F |
| What thou shouldst do the Shasters show | R |
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| The funeral rites that they ordain | P |
| And sacrifices must take up | S |
| Thy first sad moments not in vain | P |
| Is held to thee this bitter cup | S |
| Its lessons thou shall learn in time | T |
| All that thou canst do thou hast done | P |
| For thy dear lord Thy love sublime | T |
| My deepest sympathy hath won | P |
| Return for thou hast come as far | U |
| As living creature may Adieu | D |
| Let duty be thy guiding star | U |
| As ever To thyself be true | D |
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| Where'er my husband dear is led | D |
| Or journeys of his own free will | V |
| I too must go though darkness spread | D |
| Across my path portending ill | V |
| 'Tis thus my duty I have read | D |
| If I am wrong oh with me bear | W |
| But do not bid me backward tread | D |
| My way forlorn for I can dare | W |
| All things but that ah pity me | X |
| A woman frail too sorely tried | D |
| And let me let me follow thee | X |
| O gracious god whate'er betide | D |
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| By all things sacred I entreat | D |
| By Penitence that purifies | L |
| By prompt Obedience full complete | D |
| To spiritual masters in the eyes | L |
| Of gods so precious by the love | Y |
| I bear my husband by the faith | I |
| That looks from earth to heaven above | Y |
| And by thy own great name O Death | J |
| And all thy kindness bid me not | D |
| To leave thee and to go my way | L |
| But let me follow as I ought | D |
| Thy steps and his as best I may | L |
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| I know that in this transient world | D |
| All is delusion nothing true | D |
| I know its shows are mists unfurled | D |
| To please and vanish To renew | D |
| Its bubble joys be magic bound | D |
| In Maya's network frail and fair | W |
| Is not my aim The gladsome sound | D |
| Of husband brother friend is air | W |
| To such as know that all must die | D |
| And that at last the time must come | O |
| When eye shall speak no more to eye | D |
| And Love cry Lo this is my sum | O |
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| I know in such a world as this | L |
| No one can gain his heart's desire | M |
| Or pass the years in perfect bliss | L |
| Like gold we must be tried by fire | M |
| And each shall suffer as he acts | L |
| And thinks his own sad burden bear | W |
| No friends can help his sins are facts | L |
| That nothing can annul or square | W |
| And he must bear their consequence | L |
| Can I my husband save by rites | L |
| Ah no that were a vain pretence | L |
| Justice eternal strict requites | L |
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| He for his deeds shall get his due | D |
| As I for mine thus here each soul | Z |
| Is its own friend if it pursue | D |
| The right and run straight for the goal | Z |
| But its own worst and direst foe | R |
| If it choose evil and in tracks | L |
| Forbidden for its pleasure go | R |
| Who knows not this true wisdom lacks | L |
| Virtue should be the turn and end | D |
| Of every life all else is vain | P |
| Duty should be its dearest friend | D |
| If higher life it would attain | P |
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| So sweet thy words ring on mine ear | H |
| Gentle Savitri that I fain | P |
| Would give some sign to make it clear | F |
| Thou hast not prayed to me in vain | P |
| Satyavan's life I may not grant | D |
| Nor take before its term thy life | A2 |
| But I am not all adamant | D |
| I feel for thee thou faithful wife | A2 |
| Ask thou aught else and let it be | X |
| Some good thing for thyself or thine | P |
| And I shall give it child to thee | X |
| If any power on earth be mine | P |
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| Well be it so My husband's sire | M |
| Hath lost his sight and fair domain | P |
| Give to his eyes their former fire | M |
| And place him on his throne again | P |
| It shall be done Go back my child | D |
| The hour wears late the wind feels cold | D |
| The path becomes more weird and wild | D |
| Thy feet are torn there's blood behold | D |
| Thou feelest faint from weariness | L |
| Oh try to follow me no more | B2 |
| Go home and with thy presence bless | L |
| Those who thine absence there deplore | B2 |
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| No weariness O Death I feel | C2 |
| And how should I when by the side | D |
| Of Satyavan In woe and weal | C2 |
| To be a helpmate swears the bride | D |
| This is my place by solemn oath | D2 |
| Wherever thou conductest him | Q |
| I too must go to keep my troth | D2 |
| And if the eye at times should brim | Q |
| 'Tis human weakness give me strength | E2 |
| My work appointed to fulfil | C2 |
| That I may gain the crown at length | E2 |
| The gods give those who do their will | C2 |
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| The power of goodness is so great | D |
| We pray to feel its influence | L |
| For ever on us It is late | D |
| And the strange landscape awes my sense | L |
| But I would fain with thee go on | P |
| And hear thy voice so true and kind | D |
| The false lights that on objects shone | P |
| Have vanished and no longer blind | D |
| Thanks to thy simple presence Now | P |
| I feel a fresher air around | D |
| And see the glory of that brow | P |
| With flashing rubies fitly crowned | D |
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| Men call thee Yama conqueror | M |
| Because it is against their will | C2 |
| They follow thee and they abhor | B2 |
| The Truth which thou wouldst aye instil | C2 |
| If they thy nature knew aright | D |
| O god all other gods above | Y |
| And that thou conquerest in the fight | D |
| By patience kindness mercy love | Y |
| And not by devastating wrath | F2 |
| They would not shrink in childlike fright | D |
| To see thy shadow on their path | F2 |
| But hail thee as sick souls the light | D |
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| Thy words Savitri greet mine ear | H |
| As sweet as founts that murmur low | C2 |
| To one who in the deserts drear | H |
| With parch d tongue moves faint and slow | C2 |
| Because thy talk is heart sincere | H |
| Without hypocrisy or guile | C2 |
| Demand another boon my dear | H |
| But not of those forbad erewhile | C2 |
| And I shall grant it ere we part | D |
| Lo the stars pale the way is long | G2 |
| Receive thy boon and homewards start | D |
| For ah poor child thou art not strong | G2 |
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| Another boon My sire the king | H2 |
| Beside myself hath children none | P |
| Oh grant that from his stock may spring | H2 |
| A hundred boughs It shall be done | P |
| He shall be blest with many a son | P |
| Who his old palace shall rejoice | L |
| Each heart wish from thy goodness won | P |
| If I am still allowed a choice | L |
| I fain thy voice would ever hear | H |
| Reluctant am I still to part | D |
| The way seems short when thou art near | H |
| And Satyavan my heart's dear heart | D |
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| Of all the pleasures given on earth | I2 |
| The company of the good is best | D |
| For weariness has never birth | I2 |
| In such a commerce sweet and blest | D |
| The sun runs on its wonted course | L |
| The earth its plenteous treasure yields | L |
| All for their sake and by the force | L |
| Their prayer united ever wields | L |
| Oh let me let me ever dwell | C2 |
| Amidst the good where'er it be | X |
| Whether in lowly hermit cell | C2 |
| Or in some spot beyond the sea | X |
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| The favours man accords to men | P |
| Are never fruitless from them rise | L |
| A thousand acts beyond our ken | P |
| That float like incense to the skies | L |
| For benefits can ne'er efface | L |
| They multiply and widely spread | D |
| And honour follows on their trace | L |
| Sharp penances and vigils dread | D |
| Austerities and wasting fasts | L |
| Create an empire and the blest | D |
| Long as this spiritual empire lasts | L |
| Become the saviours of the rest | D |
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| O thou endowed with every grace | L |
| And every virtue thou whose soul | C2 |
| Appears upon thy lovely face | L |
| May the great gods who all control | C2 |
| Send thee their peace I too would give | J2 |
| One favour more before I go | C2 |
| Ask something for thyself and live | K2 |
| Happy and dear to all below | C2 |
| Till summoned to the bliss above | Y |
| Savitri ask and ask unblamed | D |
| She took the clue felt Death was Love | Y |
| For no exceptions now he named | D |
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| And boldly said Thou knowest Lord | D |
| The inmost hearts and thoughts of all | C2 |
| There is no need to utter word | D |
| Upon thy mercy sole I call | C2 |
| If speech be needful to obtain | P |
| Thy grace oh hear a wife forlorn | P |
| Let my Satyavan live again | P |
| And children unto us be born | P |
| Wise brave and valiant From thy stock | L2 |
| A hundred families shall spring | H2 |
| As lasting as the solid rock | L2 |
| Each son of thine shall be a king | H2 |
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| As thus he spoke he loosed the knot | D |
| The soul of Satyavan that bound | D |
| And promised further that their lot | D |
| In pleasant places should be found | D |
| Thenceforth and that they both should live | K2 |
| Four centuries to which the name | M2 |
| Of fair Savitri men would give | J2 |
| And then he vanished in a flame | M2 |
| Adieu great god She took the soul | C2 |
| No bigger than the human thumb | O |
| And running swift soon reached her goal | C2 |
| Where lay the body stark and dumb | O |
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| She lifted it with eager hands | L |
| And as before when he expired | D |
| She placed the head upon the bands | L |
| That bound her breast which hope new fired | D |
| And which alternate rose and fell | C2 |
| Then placed his soul upon his heart | D |
| Whence like a bee it found its cell | C2 |
| And lo he woke with sudden start | D |
| His breath came low at first then deep | N2 |
| With an unquiet look he gazed | D |
| As one awaking from a sleep | N2 |
| Wholly bewildered and amazed | D |
Toru Dutt
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