Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      If this were easily disturbed, it would break

      The settled balance of created things;

      The perpetual order of the universe

      Would tremble, and a gap yawn in woven Fate.

      If men were not and all were brilliant gods,

      The mediating stair would then be lost

      By which the spirit awake in Matter winds

      Accepting the circuits of the middle Way,

      By heavy toil and slow aeonic steps

      Reaching the bright miraculous fringe of God,

      Into the glory of the Oversoul.

      My will, my call is there in men and things;

      But the Inconscient lies at the world’s grey back

      And draws to its breast of Night and Death and Sleep.

      Imprisoned in its dark and dumb abyss

      A little consciousness it lets escape

      But jealous of the growing light holds back

      Close to the obscure edges of its cave

      As if a fond ignorant mother kept her child

      Tied to her apron strings of Nescience.

      The Inconscient could not read without man’s mind

      The mystery of the world its sleep has made:

      Man is its key to unlock a conscious door.

      But still it holds him dangled in its grasp:

      It draws its giant circle round his thoughts,

      It shuts his heart to the supernal Light.

      A high and dazzling limit shines above,

      A black and blinding border rules below:

      His mind is closed between two firmaments.

      He seeks through words and images the Truth,

      And, poring on surfaces and brute outsides

      Or dipping cautious feet in shallow seas,

      Even his Knowledge is an Ignorance.

      He is barred out from his own inner depths;

      He cannot look on the face of the Unknown.

      How shall he see with the Omniscient’s eyes,

      How shall he will with the Omnipotent’s force?

      O too compassionate and eager Dawn,

      Leave to the circling aeons’ tardy pace

      And to the working of the inconscient Will,

      Leave to its imperfect light the earthly race:

      All shall be done by the long act of Time.

      Although the race is bound by its own kind,

      The soul in man is greater than his fate:

      Above the wash and surge of Time and Space,

      Disengaging from the cosmic commonalty

      By which all life is kin in grief and joy,

      Delivered from the universal Law

      The sunlike single and transcendent spirit

      Can blaze its way through the mind’s barrier wall

      And burn alone in the eternal sky,

      Inhabitant of a wide and endless calm.

      O flame, withdraw into thy luminous self.

      Or else return to thy original might

      On a seer-summit above thought and world;

      Partner of my unhoured eternity,

      Be one with the infinity of my power:

      For thou art the World-Mother and the Bride.

      Out of the fruitless yearning of earth’s life,

      Out of her feeble unconvincing dream,

      Recovering wings that cross infinity

      Pass back into the Power from which thou cam’st.

      To that thou canst uplift thy formless flight,

      Thy heart can rise from its unsatisfied beats

      And feel the immortal and spiritual joy

      Of a soul that never lost felicity.

      Lift up the fallen heart of love which flutters

      Cast down desire’s abyss into the gulfs.

      For ever rescued out of Nature’s shapes

      Discover what the aimless cycles want,

      There intertwined with all thy life has meant,

      Here vainly sought in a terrestrial form.

      Break into eternity thy mortal mould;

      Melt, lightning, into thy invisible flame!

      Clasp, Ocean, deep into thyself thy wave,

      Happy for ever in the embosoming surge.

      Grow one with the still passion of the depths.

      Then shalt thou know the Lover and the Loved,

      Leaving the limits dividing him and thee.

      Receive him into boundless Savitri,

      Lose thyself into infinite Satyavan.

      O miracle, where thou beganst, there cease!”

      But Savitri answered to the radiant God:

      “In vain thou temptst with solitary bliss

      Two spirits saved out of a suffering world;

      My soul and his indissolubly linked

      In the one task for which our lives were born,

      To raise the world to God in deathless СКАЧАТЬ