Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Or the gold desert of the sunlight crossed

      Traversing great wastes of splendour and of fire,

      Or met the moon gliding amazed through heaven

      In the uncertain wideness of the night,

      Or the stars marched on their long sentinel routes

      Pointing their spears through the infinitudes:

      The day and dusk revealed to me hidden shapes;

      Figures have come to me from secret shores

      And happy faces looked from ray and flame.

      I have heard strange voices cross the ether’s waves,

      The Centaur’s wizard song has thrilled my ear;

      I have glimpsed the Apsaras bathing in the pools,

      I have seen the wood-nymphs peering through the leaves;

      The winds have shown to me their trampling lords,

      I have beheld the princes of the Sun

      Burning in thousand-pillared homes of light.

      So now my mind could dream and my heart fear

      That from some wonder-couch beyond our air

      Risen in a wide morning of the gods

      Thou drov’st thy horses from the Thunderer’s worlds.

      Although to heaven thy beauty seems allied,

      Much rather would my thoughts rejoice to know

      That mortal sweetness smiles between thy lids

      And thy heart can beat beneath a human gaze

      And thy aureate bosom quiver with a look

      And its tumult answer to an earth-born voice.

      If our time-vexed affections thou canst feel,

      Earth’s ease of simple things can satisfy,

      If thy glance can dwell content on earthly soil,

      And this celestial summary of delight,

      Thy golden body, dally with fatigue

      Oppressing with its grace our terrain, while

      The frail sweet passing taste of earthly food

      Delays thee and the torrent’s leaping wine,

      Descend. Let thy journey cease, come down to us.

      Close is my father’s creepered hermitage

      Screened by the tall ranks of these silent kings,

      Sung to by voices of the hue-robed choirs

      Whose chants repeat transcribed in music’s notes

      The passionate coloured lettering of the boughs

      And fill the hours with their melodious cry.

      Amid the welcome-hum of many bees

      Invade our honied kingdom of the woods;

      There let me lead thee into an opulent life.

      Bare, simple is the sylvan hermit-life;

      Yet is it clad with the jewelry of earth.

      Wild winds run – visitors midst the swaying tops,

      Through the calm days heaven’s sentinels of peace

      Couched on a purple robe of sky above

      Look down on a rich secrecy and hush

      And the chambered nuptial waters chant within.

      Enormous, whispering, many-formed around

      High forest gods have taken in their arms

      The human hour, a guest of their centuried pomps.

      Apparelled are the morns in gold and green,

      Sunlight and shadow tapestry the walls

      To make a resting chamber fit for thee.”

      Awhile she paused as if hearing still his voice,

      Unwilling to break the charm, then slowly spoke.

      Musing she answered, “I am Savitri,

      Princess of Madra. Who art thou? What name

      Musical on earth expresses thee to men?

      What trunk of kings watered by fortunate streams

      Has flowered at last upon one happy branch?

      Why is thy dwelling in the pathless wood

      Far from the deeds thy glorious youth demands,

      Haunt of the anchorites and earth’s wilder broods,

      Where only with thy witness self thou roamst

      In Nature’s green unhuman loneliness

      Surrounded by enormous silences

      And the blind murmur of primaeval calms?”

      And Satyavan replied to Savitri:

      “In days when yet his sight looked clear on life,

      King Dyumatsena once, the Shalwa, reigned

      Through all the tract which from behind these tops

      Passing its days of emerald delight

      In trusting converse with the traveller winds

      Turns, looking back towards the southern heavens,

      And leans its flank upon the musing hills.

      But equal Fate removed her covering hand.

      A living night enclosed the strong man’s paths,

      Heaven’s brilliant gods recalled their careless gifts,

      Took from blank eyes their glad and helping ray

      And led the uncertain goddess from his side.

      Outcast from empire of the outer light,

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