Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      He must pass to the other shore of falsehood’s sea,

      He must enter the world’s dark to bring there light.

      The heart of evil must be bared to his eyes,

      He must learn its cosmic dark necessity,

      Its right and its dire roots in Nature’s soil.

      He must know the thought that moves the demon act

      And justifies the Titan’s erring pride

      And the falsehood lurking in earth’s crooked dreams:

      He must enter the eternity of Night

      And know God’s darkness as he knows his Sun.

      For this he must go down into the pit,

      For this he must invade the dolorous Vasts.

      Imperishable and wise and infinite,

      He still must travel Hell the world to save.

      Into the eternal Light he shall emerge

      On borders of the meeting of all worlds;

      There on the verge of Nature’s summit steps

      The secret Law of each thing is fulfilled,

      All contraries heal their long dissidence.

      There meet and clasp the eternal opposites,

      There pain becomes a violent fiery joy;

      Evil turns back to its original good,

      And sorrow lies upon the breasts of Bliss:

      She has learned to weep glad tears of happiness;

      Her gaze is charged with a wistful ecstasy.

      Then shall be ended here the Law of Pain.

      Earth shall be made a home of Heaven’s light,

      A seer heaven-born shall lodge in human breasts;

      The superconscient beam shall touch men’s eyes

      And the truth-conscious world come down to earth

      Invading Matter with the Spirit’s ray,

      Awaking its silence to immortal thoughts,

      Awaking the dumb heart to the living Word.

      This mortal life shall house Eternity’s bliss,

      The body’s self taste immortality.

      Then shall the world-redeemer’s task be done.

      “Till then must life carry its seed of death

      And sorrow’s plaint be heard in the slow Night.

      O mortal, bear this great world’s law of pain,

      In thy hard passage through a suffering world

      Lean for thy soul’s support on Heaven’s strength,

      Turn towards high Truth, aspire to love and peace.

      A little bliss is lent thee from above,

      A touch divine upon thy human days.

      Make of thy daily way a pilgrimage,

      For through small joys and griefs thou mov’st towards God.

      Haste not towards Godhead on a dangerous road,

      Open not thy doorways to a nameless Power,

      Climb not to Godhead by the Titan’s road.

      Against the Law he pits his single will,

      Across its way he throws his pride of might.

      Heavenward he clambers on a stair of storms

      Aspiring to live near the deathless sun.

      He strives with a giant strength to wrest by force

      From life and Nature the immortals’ right;

      He takes by storm the world and fate and heaven.

      He comes not to the high World-maker’s seat,

      He waits not for the outstretched hand of God

      To raise him out of his mortality.

      All he would make his own, leave nothing free,

      Stretching his small self to cope with the infinite.

      Obstructing the gods’ open ways he makes

      His own estate of the earth’s air and light;

      A monopolist of the world-energy,

      He dominates the life of common men.

      His pain and others’ pain he makes his means:

      On death and suffering he builds his throne.

      In the hurry and clangour of his acts of might,

      In a riot and excess of fame and shame,

      By his magnitudes of hate and violence,

      By the quaking of the world beneath his tread

      He matches himself against the Eternal’s calm

      And feels in himself the greatness of a god:

      Power is his image of celestial self.

      The Titan’s heart is a sea of fire and force;

      He exults in the death of things and ruin and fall,

      He feeds his strength with his own and others’ pain;

      In the world’s pathos and passion he takes delight,

      His pride, his might call for the struggle and pang.

      He glories in the sufferings of the flesh

      And covers the stigmata with the Stoic’s name.

      His eyes blinded and visionless stare at the sun,

      The seeker’s Sight receding from his heart

      Can find no more the light of eternity;

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