Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Inapt, they follow ill the daring guide.

      But Mind, a glorious traveller in the sky,

      Walks lamely on the earth with footsteps slow;

      Hardly he can mould the life’s rebellious stuff,

      Hardly can he hold the galloping hooves of sense:

      His thoughts look straight into the very heavens;

      They draw their gold from a celestial mine,

      His acts work painfully a common ore.

      All thy high dreams were made by Matter’s mind

      To solace its dull work in Matter’s jail,

      Its only house where it alone seems true.

      A solid image of reality

      Carved out of being to prop the works of Time,

      Matter on the firm earth sits strong and sure.

      It is the first-born of created things,

      It stands the last when mind and life are slain,

      And if it ended all would cease to be.

      All else is only its outcome or its phase:

      Thy soul is a brief flower by the gardener Mind

      Created in thy matter’s terrain plot;

      It perishes with the plant on which it grows,

      For from earth’s sap it draws its heavenly hue:

      Thy thoughts are gleams that pass on Matter’s verge,

      Thy life a lapsing wave on Matter’s sea.

      A careful steward of Truth’s limited means,

      Treasuring her founded facts from the squandering Power,

      It tethers mind to the tent-posts of sense,

      To a leaden grey routine clamps Life’s caprice

      And ties all creatures with the cords of Law.

      A vessel of transmuting alchemies,

      A glue that sticks together mind and life,

      If Matter fails, all crumbling cracks and falls.

      All upon Matter stands as on a rock.

      Yet this security and guarantor

      Pressed for credentials an impostor proves:

      A cheat of substance where no substance is,

      An appearance and a symbol and a nought,

      Its forms have no original right to birth:

      Its aspect of a fixed stability

      Is the cover of a captive motion’s swirl,

      An order of the steps of Energy’s dance

      Whose footmarks leave for ever the same signs,

      A concrete face of unsubstantial Time,

      A trickle dotting the emptiness of Space:

      A stable-seeming movement without change,

      Yet change arrives and the last change is death.

      What seemed most real once, is Nihil’s show.

      Its figures are snares that trap and prison the sense;

      The beginningless Void was its artificer:

      Nothing is there but aspects limned by Chance

      And seeming shapes of seeming Energy.

      All by Death’s mercy breathe and live awhile,

      All think and act by the Inconscient’s grace.

      Addict of the roseate luxury of thy thoughts,

      Turn not thy gaze within thyself to look

      At visions in the gleaming crystal, Mind,

      Close not thy lids to dream the forms of Gods.

      At last to open thy eyes consent and see

      The stuff of which thou and the world are made.

      Inconscient in the dumb inconscient Void

      Inexplicably a moving world sprang forth:

      Awhile secure, happily insensible,

      It could not rest content with its own truth.

      For something on its nescient breast was born

      Condemned to see and know, to feel and love,

      It watched its acts, imagined a soul within;

      It groped for truth and dreamed of Self and God.

      When all unconscious was, then all was well.

      I, Death, was king and kept my regal state,

      Designing my unwilled, unerring plan,

      Creating with a calm insentient heart.

      In my sovereign power of unreality

      Obliging nothingness to take a form,

      Infallibly my blind unthinking force

      Making by chance a fixity like fate’s,

      By whim the formulas of Necessity,

      Founded on the hollow ground of the Inane

      The sure bizarrerie of Nature’s scheme.

      I curved the vacant ether into Space;

      A huge expanding and contracting Breath

      Harboured the fires of the universe:

      I struck out the supreme original spark

      And spread its sparse ranked armies through the Inane,

      Manufactured the stars from the occult radiances,

      Marshalled the platoons of the invisible dance;

      I formed earth’s beauty out of atom and gas,

      And built from chemic plasm the living man.

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