Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Canto Two

      The Journey in Eternal Night and the Voice of the Darkness

      Awhile on the chill dreadful edge of Night

      All stood as if a world were doomed to die

      And waited on the eternal silence’ brink.

      Heaven leaned towards them like a cloudy brow

      Of menace through the dim and voiceless hush.

      As thoughts stand mute on a despairing verge

      Where the last depths plunge into nothingness

      And the last dreams must end, they paused; in their front

      Were glooms like shadowy wings, behind them, pale,

      The lifeless evening was a dead man’s gaze.

      Hungry beyond, the night desired her soul.

      But still in its lone niche of templed strength

      Motionless, her flame-bright spirit, mute, erect,

      Burned like a torch-fire from a windowed room

      Pointing against the darkness’ sombre breast.

      The Woman first affronted the Abyss

      Daring to journey through the eternal Night.

      Armoured with light she advanced her foot to plunge

      Into the dread and hueless vacancy;

      Immortal, unappalled, her spirit faced

      The danger of the ruthless eyeless waste.

      Against night’s inky ground they stirred, moulding

      Mysterious motion on her human tread,

      A swimming action and a drifting march

      Like figures moving before eyelids closed:

      All as in dreams went slipping, gliding on.

      The rock-gate’s heavy walls were left behind;

      As if through passages of receding time

      Present and past into the Timeless lapsed;

      Arrested upon dim adventure’s brink,

      The future ended drowned in nothingness.

      Amid collapsing shapes they wound obscure;

      The fading vestibules of a tenebrous world

      Received them, where they seemed to move and yet

      Be still, nowhere advancing yet to pass,

      A dumb procession a dim picture bounds,

      Not conscious forms threading a real scene.

      A mystery of terror’s boundlessness,

      Gathering its hungry strength the huge pitiless void

      Surrounded slowly with its soundless depths,

      And monstrous, cavernous, a shapeless throat

      Devoured her into its shadowy strangling mass,

      The fierce spiritual agony of a dream.

      A curtain of impenetrable dread,

      The darkness hung around her cage of sense

      As, when the trees have turned to blotted shades

      And the last friendly glimmer fades away,

      Around a bullock in the forest tied

      By hunters closes in no empty night.

      The thought that strives in the world was here unmade;

      Its effort it renounced to live and know,

      Convinced at last that it had never been;

      It perished, all its dream of action done:

      This clotted cypher was its dark result.

      In the smothering stress of this stupendous Nought

      Mind could not think, breath could not breathe, the soul

      Could not remember or feel itself; it seemed

      A hollow gulf of sterile emptiness,

      A zero oblivious of the sum it closed,

      An abnegation of the Maker’s joy

      Saved by no wide repose, no depth of peace.

      On all that claims here to be Truth and God

      And conscious self and the revealing Word

      And the creative rapture of the Mind

      And Love and Knowledge and heart’s delight, there fell

      The immense refusal of the eternal No.

      As disappears a golden lamp in gloom

      Borne into distance from the eyes’ desire,

      Into the shadows vanished Savitri.

      There was no course, no path, no end or goal:

      Visionless she moved amid insensible gulfs,

      Or drove through some great black unknowing waste,

      Or whirled in a dumb eddy of meeting winds

      Assembled by the titan hands of Chance.

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