Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      And art and beauty sprang from the human depths;

      Nature and soul vied in nobility.

      Ethics the human keyed to imitate heaven;

      The harmony of a rich culture’s tones

      Refined the sense and magnified its reach

      To hear the unheard and glimpse the invisible

      And taught the soul to soar beyond things known,

      Inspiring life to greaten and break its bounds,

      Aspiring to the Immortals’ unseen world.

      Leaving earth’s safety daring wings of Mind

      Bore her above the trodden fields of thought

      Crossing the mystic seas of the Beyond

      To live on eagle heights near to the Sun.

      There Wisdom sits on her eternal throne.

      All her life’s turns led her to symbol doors

      Admitting to secret Powers that were her kin;

      Adept of truth, initiate of bliss,

      A mystic acolyte trained in Nature’s school,

      Aware of the marvel of created things

      She laid the secrecies of her heart’s deep muse

      Upon the altar of the Wonderful;

      Her hours were a ritual in a timeless fane;

      Her acts became gestures of sacrifice.

      Invested with a rhythm of higher spheres

      The word was used as a hieratic means

      For the release of the imprisoned spirit

      Into communion with its comrade gods.

      Or it helped to beat out new expressive forms

      Of that which labours in the heart of life,

      Some immemorial Soul in men and things,

      Seeker of the unknown and the unborn

      Carrying a light from the Ineffable

      To rend the veil of the last mysteries.

      Intense philosophies pointed earth to heaven

      Or on foundations broad as cosmic Space

      Upraised the earth-mind to superhuman heights.

      Overpassing lines that please the outward eyes

      But hide the sight of that which lives within

      Sculpture and painting concentrated sense

      Upon an inner vision’s motionless verge,

      Revealed a figure of the invisible,

      Unveiled all Nature’s meaning in a form,

      Or caught into a body the Divine.

      The architecture of the Infinite

      Discovered here its inward-musing shapes

      Captured into wide breadths of soaring stone:

      Music brought down celestial yearnings, song

      Held the merged heart absorbed in rapturous depths,

      Linking the human with the cosmic cry;

      The world-interpreting movements of the dance

      Moulded idea and mood to a rhythmic sway

      And posture; crafts minute in subtle lines

      Eternised a swift moment’s memory

      Or showed in a carving’s sweep, a cup’s design

      The underlying patterns of the unseen:

      Poems in largeness cast like moving worlds

      And metres surging with the ocean’s voice

      Translated by grandeurs locked in Nature’s heart

      But thrown now into a crowded glory of speech

      The beauty and sublimity of her forms,

      The passion of her moments and her moods

      Lifting the human word nearer to the god’s.

      Man’s eyes could look into the inner realms;

      His scrutiny discovered number’s law

      And organised the motions of the stars,

      Mapped out the visible fashioning of the world,

      Questioned the process of his thoughts or made

      A theorised diagram of mind and life.

      These things she took in as her nature’s food,

      But these alone could fill not her wide Self:

      A human seeking limited by its gains,

      To her they seemed the great and early steps

      Hazardous of a young discovering spirit

      Which saw not yet by its own native light;

      It tapped the universe with testing knocks

      Or stretched to find truth mind’s divining rod;

      There was a growing out to numberless sides,

      But not the widest seeing of the soul,

      Not yet the vast direct immediate touch,

      Nor yet the art and wisdom of the Gods.

      A boundless knowledge greater than man’s thought,

      A happiness too high for heart and sense

      Locked in the world and yearning for release

      She felt in her; waiting as yet for form,

      It asked for objects around which to grow

      And natures strong to bear without recoil

      The splendour of her native royalty,

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