Satyavan Uprose. On his twirled lips
Rose petals fell. The lap of Savitri
Him redeemed, had one more life upraised.
Dazed at the Halo on her he watched –
Upwards at the skies that branched the light
Nonplussed. From yon Western flank one ray
Of Dharma flitted across His forehead
With benisons of great life and soul.
When the music of life had touched His hair
With pleasure’s sweat at Savitri, He
Asked, “How mother, daughter, world-bearer, how?
How did thou awaken the massed world-soul
To rebirth, mother – from all this strife?”
She calmly said, “There is no death, but Life.”