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That hour had fallen now on Savitri. A point she had reached where life must be in vain Or, in her unborn element awake, Her will must cancel her body's destiny. For only the unborn spirit's timeless power Can lift the yoke imposed by birth in Time. Only the Self that builds this figure of self Can rase the fixed interminable line That joins these changing names, these numberless lives, These new oblivious personalities And keeps still lurking in our conscious acts The trail of old forgotten thoughts and deeds, Disown the legacy of our buried selves, The burdensome heirship to our vanished forms Accepted blindly by the body and soul. An episode in an unremembered tale, Its beginning lost, its motive and plot concealed, A once living story has prepared and made Our present fate, child of past energies. The fixity of the cosmic sequences Fastened with hidden inevitable links She must disrupt, dislodge by her soul's force Her past, a block on the Immortal's road, Make a rased ground and shape anew her fate. A colloquy of the original Gods Meeting upon the borders of the unknown, Her soul's debate with embodied Nothingness Must be wrestled out on a dangerous dim background: Her being must confront its formless Cause, Against the universe weigh its single self. On the bare peak where Self is alone with Nought And life has no sense and love no place to stand, She must plead her case upon extinction's verge, In the world's death-cave uphold life's helpless claim And vindicate her right to be and love. Altered must be Nature's harsh economy; 
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