Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Or the careful reason’s diplomatic moves

      Testing the means to a prefigured end,

      Or at the highest pitch some calm Will’s plan

      Or a strategy of some High Command within

      To conquer the secret treasures of the gods

      Or win for a masked king some glorious world,

      Not a reflex of the spontaneous self,

      An index of the being and its moods,

      A winging of conscious spirit, a sacrament

      Of life’s communion with the still Supreme

      Or its pure movement on the Eternal’s road.

      Or else for the body of some high Idea

      A house was built with too close-fitting bricks;

      Action and thought cemented made a wall

      Of small ideals limiting the soul.

      Even meditation mused on a narrow seat;

      And worship turned to an exclusive God,

      To the Universal in a chapel prayed

      Whose doors were shut against the universe;

      Or kneeled to the bodiless Impersonal

      A mind shut to the cry and fire of love:

      A rational religion dried the heart.

      It planned a smooth life’s acts with ethics’ rule

      Or offered a cold and flameless sacrifice.

      The sacred Book lay on its sanctified desk

      Wrapped in interpretation’s silken strings:

      A credo sealed up its spiritual sense.

      Here was a quiet country of fixed mind,

      Here life no more was all nor passion’s voice;

      The cry of sense had sunk into a hush.

      Soul was not there nor spirit but mind alone;

      Mind claimed to be the spirit and the soul.

      The spirit saw itself as form of mind,

      Lost itself in the glory of the thought,

      A light that made invisible the sun.

      Into a firm and settled space she came

      Where all was still and all things kept their place.

      Each found what it had sought and knew its aim.

      All had a final last stability.

      There one stood forth who bore authority

      On an important brow and held a rod;

      Command was incarnate in his gesture and tone;

      Tradition’s petrified wisdom carved his speech,

      His sentences savoured the oracle.

      “Traveller or pilgrim of the inner world,

      Fortunate art thou to reach our brilliant air

      Flaming with thought’s supreme finality.

      O aspirant to the perfect way of life,

      Here find it; rest from search and live at peace.

      Ours is the home of cosmic certainty.

      Here is the truth, God’s harmony is here.

      Register thy name in the book of the elite,

      Admitted by the sanction of the few,

      Adopt thy station of knowledge, thy post in mind,

      Thy ticket of order draw in Life’s bureau

      And praise thy fate that made thee one of ours.

      All here, docketed and tied, the mind can know,

      All schemed by law that God permits to life.

      This is the end and there is no beyond.

      Here is the safety of the ultimate wall,

      Here is the clarity of the sword of Light,

      Here is the victory of a single Truth,

      Here burns the diamond of flawless bliss.

      A favourite of Heaven and Nature live.”

      But to the too satisfied and confident sage

      Savitri replied casting into his world

      Sight’s deep release, the heart’s questioning inner voice:

      For here the heart spoke not, only clear daylight

      Of intellect reigned here, limiting, cold, precise.

      “Happy are they who in this chaos of things,

      This coming and going of the feet of Time,

      Can find the single Truth, the eternal Law:

      Untouched they live by hope and doubt and fear.

      Happy are men anchored on fixed belief

      In this uncertain and ambiguous world,

      Or who have planted in the heart’s rich soil

      One small grain of spiritual certitude.

      Happiest who stand on faith as on a rock.

      But I must pass leaving the ended search,

      Truth’s rounded outcome firm, immutable

      And this harmonic building of world-fact,

      This ordered knowledge of apparent things.

      Here I can stay not, for I seek my soul.”

      None answered in that bright contented world,

      Or only turned on their accustomed way

      Astonished to hear questioning in that air

      Or thoughts that could still turn to the Beyond.

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