Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ came the gift of a revealing hour:

      He saw through depths that reinterpret all,

      Limited not now by the dull body’s eyes,

      New-found through an arch of clear discovery,

      This intimation of the world’s delight,

      This wonder of the divine Artist’s make

      Carved like a nectar-cup for thirsty gods,

      This breathing Scripture of the Eternal’s joy,

      This net of sweetness woven of aureate fire.

      Transformed the delicate image-face became

      A deeper Nature’s self-revealing sign,

      A gold-leaf palimpsest of sacred births,

      A grave world-symbol chiselled out of life.

      Her brow, a copy of clear unstained heavens,

      Was meditation’s pedestal and defence,

      The very room and smile of musing Space,

      Its brooding line infinity’s symbol curve.

      Amid her tresses’ cloudy multitude

      Her long eyes shadowed as by wings of Night

      Under that moon-gold forehead’s dreaming breadth

      Were seas of love and thought that held the world;

      Marvelling at life and earth they saw truths far.

      A deathless meaning filled her mortal limbs;

      As in a golden vase’s poignant line

      They seemed to carry the rhythmic sob of bliss

      Of earth’s mute adoration towards heaven

      Released in beauty’s cry of living form

      Towards the perfection of eternal things.

      Transparent grown the ephemeral living dress

      Bared the expressive deity to his view.

      Escaped from surface sight and mortal sense

      The seizing harmony of its shapes became

      The strange significant icon of a Power

      Renewing its inscrutable descent

      Into a human figure of its works

      That stood out in life’s bold abrupt relief

      On the soil of the evolving universe,

      A godhead sculptured on a wall of thought,

      Mirrored in the flowing hours and dimly shrined

      In Matter as in a cathedral cave.

      Annulled were the transient values of the mind,

      The body’s sense renounced its earthly look;

      Immortal met immortal in their gaze.

      Awaked from the close spell of daily use

      That hides soul-truth with the outward form’s disguise,

      He saw through the familiar cherished limbs

      The great and unknown spirit born his child.

      An impromptu from the deeper sight within,

      Thoughts rose in him that knew not their own scope.

      Then to those large and brooding depths whence Love

      Regarded him across the straits of mind,

      He spoke in sentences from the unseen Heights.

      For the hidden prompters of our speech sometimes

      Can use the formulas of a moment’s mood

      To weigh unconscious lips with words from Fate:

      A casual passing phrase can change our life.

      “O spirit, traveller of eternity,

      Who cam’st from the immortal spaces here

      Armed for the splendid hazard of thy life

      To set thy conquering foot on Chance and Time,

      The moon shut in her halo dreams like thee.

      A mighty Presence still defends thy frame.

      Perhaps the heavens guard thee for some great soul,

      Thy fate, thy work are kept somewhere afar.

      Thy spirit came not down a star alone.

      O living inscription of the beauty of love

      Missalled in aureate virginity,

      What message of heavenly strength and bliss in thee

      Is written with the Eternal’s sun-white script,

      One shall discover and greaten with it his life

      To whom thou loosenest thy heart’s jewelled strings.

      O rubies of silence, lips from which there stole

      Low laughter, music of tranquillity,

      Star-lustrous eyes awake in sweet large night

      And limbs like fine-linked poems made of gold

      Stanzaed to glimmering curves by artist gods,

      Depart where love and destiny call your charm.

      Venture through the deep world to find thy mate.

      For somewhere on the longing breast of earth,

      Thy unknown lover waits for thee the unknown.

      Thy soul has strength and needs no other guide

      Than One who burns within thy bosom’s powers.

      There shall draw near to meet thy approaching steps

      The second self for whom thy nature asks,

      He who shall walk until thy body’s end

      A close-bound traveller pacing with thy pace,

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