At the summons of her body's voiceless call Her strong far-winging spirit travelled back, Back to the yoke of ignorance and fate, Back to the labour and stress of mortal days, Lighting a pathway through strange symbol dreams Across the ebbing of the seas of sleep. And the tired feet of thought approached her doors. That saw grief's timeless depths but not life's goal. Afflicted by his harsh divinity, Bound to his throne, he waited unappeased The daily oblation of her unwept tears. All the fierce question of man's hours relived.
Earth offers to the immortal Ecstasy Began again beneath the eternal Hand.
Awake she endured the moments' serried march And looked on this green smiling dangerous world, And heard the ignorant cry of living things. Amid the trivial sounds, the unchanging scene Her soul arose confronting Time and Fate. Immobile in herself, she gathered force. This was the day when Satyavan must die.