Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Canto Two

      The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain

      A silence sealed the irrevocable decree,

      The word of Fate that fell from heavenly lips

      Fixing a doom no power could ever reverse

      Unless heaven’s will itself could change its course.

      Or so it seemed: yet from the silence rose

      One voice that questioned changeless destiny,

      A will that strove against the immutable Will.

      A mother’s heart had heard the fateful speech

      That rang like a sanction to the call of death

      And came like a chill close to life and hope.

      Yet hope sank down like an extinguished fire.

      She felt the leaden inevitable hand

      Invade the secrecy of her guarded soul

      And smite with sudden pain its still content

      And the empire of her hard-won quietude.

      Awhile she fell to the level of human mind,

      A field of mortal grief and Nature’s law;

      She shared, she bore the common lot of men

      And felt what common hearts endure in Time.

      Voicing earth’s question to the inscrutable power

      The queen now turned to the still immobile seer:

      Assailed by the discontent in Nature’s depths,

      Partner in the agony of dumb driven things

      And all the misery, all the ignorant cry,

      Passionate like sorrow questioning heaven she spoke.

      Lending her speech to the surface soul on earth

      She uttered the suffering in the world’s dumb heart

      And man’s revolt against his ignorant fate.

      “O seer, in the earth’s strange twi-natured life

      By what pitiless adverse Necessity

      Or what cold freak of a Creator’s will,

      By what random accident or governed Chance

      That shaped a rule out of fortuitous steps,

      Made destiny from an hour’s emotion, came

      Into the unreadable mystery of Time

      The direr mystery of grief and pain?

      Is it thy God who made this cruel law?

      Or some disastrous Power has marred his work

      And he stands helpless to defend or save?

      A fatal seed was sown in life’s false start

      When evil twinned with good on earthly soil.

      Then first appeared the malady of mind,

      Its pang of thought, its quest for the aim of life.

      It twisted into forms of good and ill

      The frank simplicity of the animal’s acts;

      It turned the straight path hewn by the body’s gods,

      Followed the zigzag of the uncertain course