Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      The universe was not now this senseless whirl

      Borne round inert on an immense machine;

      It cast away its grandiose lifeless front,

      A mechanism no more or work of Chance,

      But a living movement of the body of God.

      A spirit hid in forces and in forms

      Was the spectator of the mobile scene:

      The beauty and the ceaseless miracle

      Let in a glow of the Unmanifest:

      The formless Everlasting moved in it

      Seeking its own perfect form in souls and things.

      Life kept no more a dull and meaningless shape.

      In the struggle and upheaval of the world

      He saw the labour of a godhead’s birth.

      A secret knowledge masked as Ignorance;

      Fate covered with an unseen necessity

      The game of chance of an omnipotent Will.

      A glory and a rapture and a charm,

      The All-Blissful sat unknown within the heart;

      Earth’s pains were the ransom of its prisoned delight.

      A glad communion tinged the passing hours;

      The days were travellers on a destined road,

      The nights companions of his musing spirit.

      A heavenly impetus quickened all his breast;

      The trudge of Time changed to a splendid march;

      The divine Dwarf towered to unconquered worlds,

      Earth grew too narrow for his victory.

      Once only registering the heavy tread

      Of a blind Power on human littleness,

      Life now became a sure approach to God,

      Existence a divine experiment

      And cosmos the soul’s opportunity.

      The world was a conception and a birth

      Of Spirit in Matter into living forms,

      And Nature bore the Immortal in her womb,

      That she might climb through him to eternal life.

      His being lay down in bright immobile peace

      And bathed in wells of pure spiritual light;

      It wandered in wide fields of wisdom-self

      Lit by the rays of an everlasting sun.

      Even his body’s subtle self within

      Could raise the earthly parts towards higher things

      And feel on it the breath of heavenlier air.

      Already it journeyed towards divinity:

      Upbuoyed upon winged winds of rapid joy,

      Upheld to a Light it could not always hold,

      It left mind’s distance from the Truth supreme

      And lost life’s incapacity for bliss.

      All now suppressed in us began to emerge.

      Thus came his soul’s release from Ignorance,

      His mind and body’s first spiritual change.

      A wide God-knowledge poured down from above,

      A new world-knowledge broadened from within:

      His daily thoughts looked up to the True and One,

      His commonest doings welled from an inner Light.

      Awakened to the lines that Nature hides,

      Attuned to her movements that exceed our ken,

      He grew one with a covert universe.

      His grasp surprised her mightiest energies’ springs;

      He spoke with the unknown Guardians of the worlds,

      Forms he descried our mortal eyes see not.

      His wide eyes bodied viewless entities,

      He saw the cosmic forces at their work

      And felt the occult impulse behind man’s will.

      Time’s secrets were to him an oft-read book;

      The records of the future and the past

      Outlined their excerpts on the etheric page.

      One and harmonious by the Maker’s skill,

      The human in him paced with the divine;

      His acts betrayed not the interior flame.

      This forged the greatness of his front to earth.

      A genius heightened in his body’s cells

      That knew the meaning of his fate-hedged works

      Akin to the march of unaccomplished Powers

      Beyond life’s arc in spirit’s immensities.

      Apart he lived in his mind’s solitude,

      A demigod shaping the lives of men:

      One soul’s ambition lifted up the race;

      A Power worked, but none knew whence it came.

      The universal strengths were linked with his;

      Filling earth’s smallness with their boundless breadths,

      He drew the energies that transmute an age.

      Immeasurable by the common look,

      He made great dreams a mould for coming things

      And cast his deeds like bronze to front the years.

      His walk through Time outstripped the human stride.

      Lonely his days and splendid like the sun’s.

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