Meditations on Savitri Book 5 Canto 1

But now the destined spot and hour were close;
Unknowing she had neared her nameless goal. ||101.1||
Pale waters ran like glimmering threads of pearl. ||101.6||
A sigh was straying among happy leaves;
Cool-perfumed with slow pleasure-burdened feet
Faint stumbling breezes faltered among flowers. ||101.7||
The white crane stood, a vivid motionless streak,
Peacock and parrot jewelled soil and tree,
The dove’s soft moan enriched the enamoured air
And fire-winged wild-drakes swam in silvery pools. ||101.8||

Painting by Huta

Savitri Book 5 Canto 1 - The Destined Meeting-Place

A matted forest-head invaded heaven
As if a blue-throated ascetic peered
From the stone fastness of his mountain cell
Regarding the brief gladness of the days;
His vast extended spirit couched behind. ||101.18||