Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Invaded by a swarm of golden gods:

      Arising to a hymn of wonder’s priests

      Her soul flung wide its doors to this new sun.

      An alchemy worked, the transmutation came;

      The missioned face had wrought the Master’s spell.

      In the nameless light of two approaching eyes

      A swift and fated turning of her days

      Appeared and stretched to a gleam of unknown worlds.

      Then trembling with the mystic shock her heart

      Moved in her breast and cried out like a bird

      Who hears his mate upon a neighbouring bough.

      Hooves trampling fast, wheels largely stumbling ceased;

      The chariot stood like an arrested wind.

      And Satyavan looked out from his soul’s doors

      And felt the enchantment of her liquid voice

      Fill his youth’s purple ambience and endured

      The haunting miracle of a perfect face.

      Mastered by the honey of a strange flower-mouth,

      Drawn to soul-spaces opening round a brow,

      He turned to the vision like a sea to the moon

      And suffered a dream of beauty and of change,

      Discovered the aureole round a mortal’s head,

      Adored a new divinity in things.

      His self-bound nature foundered as in fire;

      His life was taken into another’s life.

      The splendid lonely idols of his brain

      Fell prostrate from their bright sufficiencies,

      As at the touch of a new infinite,

      To worship a godhead greater than their own.

      An unknown imperious force drew him to her.

      Marvelling he came across the golden sward:

      Gaze met close gaze and clung in sight’s embrace.

      A visage was there, noble and great and calm,

      As if encircled by a halo of thought,

      A span, an arch of meditating light,

      As though some secret nimbus half was seen;

      Her inner vision still remembering knew

      A forehead that wore the crown of all her past,

      Two eyes her constant and eternal stars,

      Comrade and sovereign eyes that claimed her soul,

      Lids known through many lives, large frames of love.

      He met in her regard his future’s gaze,

      A promise and a presence and a fire,

      Saw an embodiment of aeonic dreams,

      A mystery of the rapture for which all

      Yearns in this world of brief mortality

      Made in material shape his very own.

      This golden figure given to his grasp

      Hid in its breast the key of all his aims,

      A spell to bring the Immortal’s bliss on earth,

      To mate with heaven’s truth our mortal thought,

      To lift earth-hearts nearer the Eternal’s sun.

      In these great spirits now incarnate here

      Love brought down power out of eternity

      To make of life his new undying base.

      His passion surged a wave from fathomless deeps;

      It leaped to earth from far forgotten heights,

      But kept its nature of infinity.

      On the dumb bosom of this oblivious globe

      Although as unknown beings we seem to meet,

      Our lives are not aliens nor as strangers join,

      Moved to each other by a causeless force.

      The soul can recognise its answering soul

      Across dividing Time and, on life’s roads

      Absorbed wrapped traveller, turning it recovers

      Familiar splendours in an unknown face

      And touched by the warning finger of swift love

      It thrills again to an immortal joy

      Wearing a mortal body for delight.

      There is a Power within that knows beyond

      Our knowings; we are greater than our thoughts,

      And sometimes earth unveils that vision here.

      To live, to love are signs of infinite things,

      Love is a glory from eternity’s spheres.

      Abased, disfigured, mocked by baser mights

      That steal his name and shape and ecstasy,

      He is still the godhead by which all can change.

      A mystery wakes in our inconscient stuff,

      A bliss is born that can remake our life.

      Love dwells in us like an unopened flower

      Awaiting a rapid moment of the soul,

      Or he roams in his charmed sleep mid thoughts and things;

      The child-god is at play, he seeks himself

      In many hearts and minds and living forms:

      He lingers for a sign that he can know

      And, when it comes, wakes blindly to a voice,

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