By Toru Dutt
Savitri is the mythological tale of persistent and virtuous Princess of Madra and wife of Satyavan, who wins back her dead husband’s life from the Lord of Death himself, Yama. Toru Dutt has composed this ballad in five parts. I have published below few turning point point stanzas from Savitri IV, wherein, the dialogue between her and Yama ensues….
“Men call thee Yama–conqueror,
Because it is against their will
They follow thee,–and they abhor
The Truth which thou wouldst aye instil.
If they thy nature knew aright,
O god, all other gods above!
And that thou conquerest in the fight
By patience, kindness, mercy, love,
And not by devastating wrath,
They would not shrink in childlike fright
To see thy shadow on their path,
But hail thee as sick souls the light.”
“O thou endowed with every grace
And every virtue,–thou whose soul
Appears upon thy lovely face,
May the great gods who all control
Send thee their peace. I too would give
One favour more before I go;
Ask something for thyself, and live
Happy, and dear to all below,
Till summoned to the bliss above.
Savitri ask, and ask unblamed.”–
She took the clue, felt Death was Love,
For no exceptions now he named,
And boldly said,–“Thou knowest, Lord,
The inmost hearts and thoughts of all!
There is no need to utter word,
Upon thy mercy sole, I call.
If speech be needful to obtain
Thy grace,–oh hear a wife forlorn,
Let my Satyavan live again
And children unto us be born,
Wise, brave, and valiant.” “From thy stock
A hundred families shall spring
As lasting as the solid rock,
Each son of thine shall be a king.”
As thus he spoke, he loosed the knot
The soul of Satyavan that bound,
And promised further that their lot
In pleasant places should be found
Thenceforth, and that they both should live
Four centuries, to which the name
Of fair Savitri, men would give,–
And then he vanished in a flame.
“Adieu, great god!” She took the soul,
No bigger than the human thumb,
And running swift, soon reached her goal,
Where lay the body stark and dumb.
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