Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Admitted by the cowled receiving scribe

      Traversed the echoing passages of his brain

      And left its stamp on the recording cells.

      “O Force-compelled, Fate-driven earth-born race,

      O petty adventurers in an infinite world

      And prisoners of a dwarf humanity,

      How long will you tread the circling tracks of mind

      Around your little self and petty things?

      But not for a changeless littleness were you meant,

      Not for vain repetition were you built;

      Out of the Immortal’s substance you were made;

      Your actions can be swift revealing steps,

      Your life a changeful mould for growing gods.

      A Seer, a strong Creator, is within,

      The immaculate Grandeur broods upon your days,

      Almighty powers are shut in Nature’s cells.

      A greater destiny waits you in your front:

      This transient earthly being if he wills

      Can fit his acts to a transcendent scheme.

      He who now stares at the world with ignorant eyes

      Hardly from the Inconscient’s night aroused,

      That look at images and not at Truth,

      Can fill those orbs with an immortal’s sight.

      Yet shall the godhead grow within your hearts,

      You shall awake into the spirit’s air

      And feel the breaking walls of mortal mind

      And hear the message which left life’s heart dumb

      And look through Nature with sun-gazing lids

      And blow your conch-shells at the Eternal’s gate.

      Authors of earth’s high change, to you it is given

      To cross the dangerous spaces of the soul

      And touch the mighty Mother stark awake

      And meet the Omnipotent in this house of flesh

      And make of life the million-bodied One.

      The earth you tread is a border screened from heaven;

      The life you lead conceals the light you are.

      Immortal Powers sweep flaming past your doors;

      Far-off upon your tops the god-chant sounds

      While to exceed yourselves thought’s trumpets call,

      Heard by a few, but fewer dare aspire,

      The nympholepts of the ecstasy and the blaze.

      An epic of hope and failure breaks earth’s heart;

      Her force and will exceed her form and fate.

      A goddess in a net of transience caught,

      Self-bound in the pastures of death she dreams of life,

      Self-racked with the pains of hell aspires to joy,

      And builds to hope her altars of despair,

      Knows that one high step might enfranchise all

      And, suffering, looks for greatness in her sons.

      But dim in human hearts the ascending fire,

      The invisible Grandeur sits unworshipped there;

      Man sees the Highest in a limiting form

      Or looks upon a Person, hears a Name.

      He turns for little gains to ignorant Powers

      Or kindles his altar lights to a demon face.

      He loves the Ignorance fathering his pain.

      A spell is laid upon his glorious strengths;

      He has lost the inner Voice that led his thoughts,

      And masking the oracular tripod seat

      A specious Idol fills the marvel shrine.

      The great Illusion wraps him in its veils,

      The soul’s deep intimations come in vain,

      In vain is the unending line of seers,

      The sages ponder in unsubstantial light,

      The poets lend their voice to outward dreams,

      A homeless fire inspires the prophet tongues.

      Heaven’s flaming lights descend and back return,

      The luminous Eye approaches and retires;

      Eternity speaks, none understands its word;

      Fate is unwilling and the Abyss denies;

      The Inconscient’s mindless waters block all done.

      Only a little lifted is Mind’s screen;

      The Wise who know see but one half of Truth,

      The strong climb hardly to a low-peaked height,

      The hearts that yearn are given one hour to love.

      His tale half told, falters the secret Bard;

      The gods are still too few in mortal forms.”

      The Voice withdrew into its hidden skies.

      But like a shining answer from the gods

      Approached through sun-bright spaces Savitri.

      Advancing amid tall heaven-pillaring trees,

      Apparelled in her flickering-coloured robe

      She seemed, burning towards the eternal realms,

      A bright moved torch of incense and of flame

      That from the sky-roofed temple-soil of earth

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