Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Such seemed he as if one departed came

      Wearing the light of a celestial shape

      Splendidly alien to the mortal air.

      The mind sought things long loved and fell back foiled

      From unfamiliar hues, beheld yet longed,

      By the sweet radiant form unsatisfied,

      Incredulous of its too bright hints of heaven;

      Too strange the brilliant phantasm to life’s clasp

      Desiring the warm creations of the earth

      Reared in the ardour of material suns,

      The senses seized in vain a glorious shade:

      Only the spirit knew the spirit still,

      And the heart divined the old loved heart, though changed.

      Between two realms he stood, not wavering,

      But fixed in quiet strong expectancy,

      Like one who, sightless, listens for a command.

      So were they immobile on that earthly field,

      Powers not of earth, though one in human clay.

      On either side of one two spirits strove;

      Silence battled with silence, vast with vast.

      But now the impulse of the Path was felt

      Moving from the Silence that supports the stars

      To touch the confines of the visible world.

      Luminous he moved away; behind him Death

      Went slowly with his noiseless tread, as seen

      In dream-built fields a shadowy herdsman glides

      Behind some wanderer from his voiceless herds,

      And Savitri moved behind eternal Death,

      Her mortal pace was equalled with the god’s.

      Wordless she travelled in her lover’s steps,

      Planting her human feet where his had trod,

      Into the perilous silences beyond.

      At first in a blind stress of woods she moved

      With strange inhuman paces on the soil,

      Journeying as if upon an unseen road.

      Around her on the green and imaged earth

      The flickering screen of forests ringed her steps;

      Its thick luxurious obstacle of boughs

      Besieged her body pressing dimly through

      In a rich realm of whispers palpable,

      And all the murmurous beauty of the leaves

      Rippled around her like an emerald robe.

      But more and more this grew an alien sound,

      And her old intimate body seemed to her

      A burden which her being remotely bore.

      Herself lived far in some uplifted scene

      Where to the trance-claimed vision of pursuit,

      Sole presences in a high spaceless dream,

      The luminous spirit glided stilly on

      And the great shadow travelled vague behind.

      Still with an amorous crowd of seeking hands

      Softly entreated by their old desires

      Her senses felt earth’s close and gentle air

      Cling round them and in troubled branches knew

      Uncertain treadings of a faint-foot wind:

      She bore dim fragrances, far callings touched;

      The wild bird’s voice and its winged rustle came

      As if a sigh from some forgotten world.

      Earth stood aloof, yet near: round her it wove

      Its sweetness and its greenness and delight,

      Its brilliance suave of well-loved vivid hues,

      Sunlight arriving to its golden noon,

      And the blue heavens and the caressing soil.

      The ancient mother offered to her child

      Her simple world of kind familiar things.

      But now, as if the body’s sensuous hold

      Curbing the godhead of her infinite walk

      Had freed those spirits to their grander road

      Across some boundary’s intangible bar,

      The silent god grew mighty and remote

      In other spaces, and the soul she loved

      Lost its consenting nearness to her life.

      Into a deep and unfamiliar air

      Enormous, windless, without stir or sound

      They seemed to enlarge away, drawn by some wide

      Pale distance, from the warm control of earth

      And her grown far: now, now they would escape.

      Then flaming from her body’s nest alarmed

      Her violent spirit soared at Satyavan.

      Out mid the plunge of heaven-surrounded rocks

      So in a terror and a wrath divine

      From her eyrie streams against the ascending death,

      Indignant at its crouching point of steel,

      A fierce she-eagle threatened in her brood,

      Borne on a rush of puissance and a cry,

      Outwinging like a mass of golden fire.

      So on a spirit’s flaming outrush borne

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