Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Far Heaven can wait our coming in its calm.

      Easy the heavens were to build for God.

      Earth was his difficult matter, earth the glory

      Gave of the problem and the race and strife.

      There are the ominous masks, the terrible powers;

      There it is greatness to create the gods.

      Is not the spirit immortal and absolved

      Always, delivered from the grasp of Time?

      Why came it down into the mortal’s Space?

      A charge he gave to his high spirit in man

      And wrote a hidden decree on Nature’s tops.

      Freedom is this with ever seated soul,

      Large in life’s limits, strong in Matter’s knots,

      Building great stuff of action from the worlds

      To make fine wisdom from coarse, scattered strands

      And love and beauty out of war and night,

      The wager wonderful, the game divine.

      What liberty has the soul which feels not free

      Unless stripped bare and cannot kiss the bonds

      The Lover winds around his playmate’s limbs,

      Choosing his tyranny, crushed in his embrace?

      To seize him better with her boundless heart

      She accepts the limiting circle of his arms,

      Bows full of bliss beneath his mastering hands

      And laughs in his rich constraints, most bound, most free.

      This is my answer to thy lures, O Death.”

      Immutable, Death’s denial met her cry:

      “However mighty, whatever thy secret name

      Uttered in hidden conclaves of the gods,

      Thy heart’s ephemeral passion cannot break

      The iron rampart of accomplished things

      With which the great Gods fence their camp in Space.

      Whoever thou art behind thy human mask,

      Even if thou art the Mother of the worlds

      And pegst thy claim upon the realms of Chance,

      The cosmic Law is greater than thy will.

      Even God himself obeys the Laws he made:

      The Law abides and never can it change,

      The Person is a bubble on Time’s sea.

      A forerunner of a greater Truth to come,

      Thy soul creator of its freer Law,

      Vaunting a Force behind on which it leans,

      A Light above which none but thou hast seen,

      Thou claimst the first fruits of Truth’s victory.

      But what is Truth and who can find her form

      Amid the specious images of sense,

      Amid the crowding guesses of the mind

      And the dark ambiguities of a world

      Peopled with the incertitudes of Thought?

      For where is Truth and when was her footfall heard

      Amid the endless clamour of Time’s mart

      And which is her voice amid the thousand cries

      That cross the listening brain and cheat the soul?

      Or is Truth aught but a high starry name

      Or a vague and splendid word by which man’s thought

      Sanctions and consecrates his nature’s choice,

      The heart’s wish donning knowledge as its robe,

      The cherished idea elect among the elect,

      Thought’s favourite mid the children of half-light

      Who high-voiced crowd the playgrounds of the mind

      Or people its dormitories in infant sleep?

      All things hang here between God’s yes and no,

      Two Powers real but to each other untrue,

      Two consort stars in the mooned night of mind

      That towards two opposite horizons gaze,

      The white head and black tail of the mystic drake,

      The swift and the lame foot, wing strong, wing broken

      Sustaining the body of the uncertain world,

      A great surreal dragon in the skies.

      Too dangerously thy high proud truth must live

      Entangled in Matter’s mortal littleness.

      All in this world is true, yet all is false:

      Its thoughts into an eternal cipher run,

      Its deeds swell to Time’s rounded zero sum.

      Thus man at once is animal and god,

      A disparate enigma of God’s make

      Unable to free the Godhead’s form within,

      A being less than himself, yet something more,

      The aspiring animal, the frustrate god

      Yet neither beast nor deity but man,

      But man tied to the kind earth’s labour strives to exceed

      Climbing the stairs of God to higher things.

      Objects are seemings and none knows their truth,

      Ideas are guesses of an ignorant god.

      Truth has no home in earth’s irrational breast:

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