Narad
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Savitri, Book XI, Canto 1:
“The Word of Fate”
- In silent bounds bordering the mortal’s plane
- Crossing a wide expanse of brilliant peace
- Narad the heavenly sage from Paradise
- Came chanting through the large and lustrous air. [1]
- He beheld the cosmic Being at his task,
- His eyes measured the spaces, gauged the depths,
- His inner gaze the movements of the soul,
- He saw the eternal labour of the Gods,
- And looked upon the life of beasts and men. [2]
- He sang the name of Vishnu and the birth
- And joy and passion of the mystic world,
- And how the stars were made and life began
- And the mute regions stirred with the throb of a Soul.
- He sang the Inconscient and its secret self,
- Its power omnipotent knowing not what it does,
- All-shaping without will or thought or sense,
- Its blind unerring occult mystery,
- And darkness yearning towards the eternal Light,
- And Love that broods within the dim abyss
- And waits the answer of the human heart,
- And death that climbs to immortality.
- He sang of the Truth that cries from Night’s blind deeps,
- And the Mother-Wisdom hid in Nature’s breast
- And the Idea that through her dumbness works
- And the miracle of her transforming hands,
- Of life that slumbers in the stone and sun
- And Mind subliminal in mindless life,
- And the Consciousness that wakes in beasts and men.
- He sang of the glory and marvel still to be born,
- Of Godhead throwing off at last its veil,
- Of bodies made divine and life made bliss,
- Immortal sweetness clasping immortal might,
- Heart sensing heart, thought looking straight at thought,
- And the delight when every barrier falls,
- And the transfiguration and the ecstasy.
- And as he sang the demons wept with joy
- Foreseeing the end of their long dreadful task
- And the defeat for which they hoped in vain,
- And glad release from their self-chosen doom
- And return into the One from whom they came.[3]
(Sri Aurobindo:) “I am afraid I don’t know much about Narad. Mother once saw him standing between the Overmind and Supermind where they join as if that was his highest station. But he has his action on the lower plane also — only I don’t quite know what it is. In the Puranic tales pure love and Bhakti on the one hand and, on the other hand, a pleasure in making human beings quarrel seem to be his salient characteristics.”[4]
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