Her spirit opened to the Spirit in all

Savitri: Book 1 Canto 1 Section 2 2:45 to 17:06Too unlike the world she came to help and save,Her greatness weighed upon its ignorant breastAnd from its dim chasms welled a dire return,A portion of its sorrow, struggle, fall.To live with grief, to confront death on her road,—The mortal’s lot became the Immortal’s share.Thus trapped in the gin of earthly destinies,Awaiting her ordeal’s hour abode,Outcast from her inborn felicity,Accepting life’s obscure terrestrial robe,Hiding herself even from those she loved,The godhead greater by a human fate.A dark foreknowledge separated herFrom all of whom she was the star and stay;Too great to impart the peril and the pain,In her torn depths she kept the grief to come.As one who watching over men left blindTakes up the load of an unwitting race,Harbouring a foe whom with her heart she must feed,Unknown her act, unknown the doom she faced,Unhelped she must foresee and dread and dare.The long-foreknown and fatal morn was hereBringing a noon that seemed like every noon.For Nature walks upon her mighty wayUnheeding when she breaks a soul, a life;Leaving her slain behind she travels on:Man only marks and God’s all-seeing eyes.Even in this moment of her soul’s despair,In its grim rendezvous with death and fear,No cry broke from her lips, no call for aid;She told the secret of her woe to none:Calm was her face and courage kept her mute.Yet only her outward self suffered and strove;Even her humanity was half divine:Her spirit opened to the Spirit in all,Her nature felt all Nature as its own.