Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      All with thy coming fills. Air, soil and stream

      Wear bridal raiment to be fit for thee

      And sunlight grows a shadow of thy hue

      Because of change within me by thy look.

      Come nearer to me from thy car of light

      On this green sward disdaining not our soil.

      For here are secret spaces made for thee

      Whose caves of emerald long to screen thy form.

      Wilt thou not make this mortal bliss thy sphere?

      Descend, O happiness, with thy moon-gold feet

      Enrich earth’s floors upon whose sleep we lie.

      O my bright beauty’s princess Savitri,

      By my delight and thy own joy compelled

      Enter my life, thy chamber and thy shrine.

      In the great quietness where spirits meet,

      Led by my hushed desire into my woods

      Let the dim rustling arches over thee lean;

      One with the breath of things eternal live,

      Thy heart-beats near to mine, till there shall leap

      Enchanted from the fragrance of the flowers

      A moment which all murmurs shall recall

      And every bird remember in its cry.”

      Allured to her lashes by his passionate words

      Her fathomless soul looked out at him from her eyes;

      Passing her lips in liquid sounds it spoke.

      This word alone she uttered and said all:

      “O Satyavan, I have heard thee and I know;

      I know that thou and only thou art he.”

      Then down she came from her high carven car

      Descending with a soft and faltering haste;

      Her many-hued raiment glistening in the light

      Hovered a moment over the wind-stirred grass,

      Mixed with a glimmer of her body’s ray

      Like lovely plumage of a settling bird.

      Her gleaming feet upon the green-gold sward

      Scattered a memory of wandering beams

      And lightly pressed the unspoken desire of earth

      Cherished in her too brief passing by the soil.

      Then flitting like pale-brilliant moths her hands

      Took from the sylvan verge’s sunlit arms

      A load of their jewel-faces’ clustering swarms,

      Companions of the spring-time and the breeze.

      A candid garland set with simple forms

      Her rapid fingers taught a flower song,

      The stanzaed movement of a marriage hymn.

      Profound in perfume and immersed in hue

      They mixed their yearning’s coloured signs and made

      The bloom of their purity and passion one.

      A sacrament of joy in treasuring palms

      She brought, flower-symbol of her offered life,

      Then with raised hands that trembled a little now

      At the very closeness that her soul desired,

      This bond of sweetness, their bright union’s sign,

      She laid on the bosom coveted by her love.

      As if inclined before some gracious god

      Who has out of his mist of greatness shone

      To fill with beauty his adorer’s hours,

      She bowed and touched his feet with worshipping hands;

      She made her life his world for him to tread

      And made her body the room of his delight,

      Her beating heart a remembrancer of bliss.

      He bent to her and took into his own

      Their married yearning joined like folded hopes;

      As if a whole rich world suddenly possessed,

      Wedded to all he had been, became himself,

      An inexhaustible joy made his alone,

      He gathered all Savitri into his clasp.

      Around her his embrace became the sign

      Of a locked closeness through slow intimate years,

      A first sweet summary of delight to come,

      One brevity intense of all long life.

      In a wide moment of two souls that meet

      She felt her being flow into him as in waves

      A river pours into a mighty sea.

      As when a soul is merging into God

      To live in Him for ever and know His joy,

      Her consciousness grew aware of him alone

      And all her separate self was lost in his.

      As a starry heaven encircles happy earth,

      He shut her into himself in a circle of bliss

      And shut the world into himself and her.

      A boundless isolation made them one;

      He was aware of her enveloping him

      And let her penetrate his very soul

      As is a world by the world’s spirit filled,

      As the mortal wakes into Eternity,

      As the finite opens to the Infinite.

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