Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ of thy covering of humanity,

      Divested of the dense veil of human thought,

      Made one with every mind and body and heart,

      Made one with all Nature and with Self and God,

      Summing in thy single soul my mystic world

      I will possess in thee my universe,

      The universe find all I am in thee.

      Thou shalt bear all things that all things may change,

      Thou shalt fill all with my splendour and my bliss,

      Thou shalt meet all with thy transmuting soul.

      Assailed by my infinitudes above,

      And quivering in immensities below,

      Pursued by me through my mind’s wall-less vast,

      Oceanic with the surges of my life,

      A swimmer lost between two leaping seas

      By my outer pains and inner sweetnesses

      Finding my joy in my opposite mysteries

      Thou shalt respond to me from every nerve.

      A vision shall compel thy coursing breath,

      Thy heart shall drive thee on the wheel of works,

      Thy mind shall urge thee through the flames of thought,

      To meet me in the abyss and on the heights,

      To feel me in the tempest and the calm,

      And love me in the noble and the vile,

      In beautiful things and terrible desire.

      The pains of hell shall be to thee my kiss,

      The flowers of heaven persuade thee with my touch.

      My fiercest masks shall my attractions bring.

      Music shall find thee in the voice of swords,

      Beauty pursue thee through the core of flame.

      Thou shalt know me in the rolling of the spheres

      And cross me in the atoms of the whirl.

      The wheeling forces of my universe

      Shall cry to thee the summons of my name.

      Delight shall drop down from my nectarous moon,

      My fragrance seize thee in the jasmine’s snare,

      My eye shall look upon thee from the sun.

      Mirror of Nature’s secret spirit made,

      Thou shalt reflect my hidden heart of joy,

      Thou shalt drink down my sweetness unalloyed

      In my pure lotus-cup of starry brim.

      My dreadful hands laid on thy bosom shall force

      Thy being bathed in fiercest longing’s streams.

      Thou shalt discover the one and quivering note,

      And cry, the harp of all my melodies,

      And roll, my foaming wave in seas of love.

      Even my disasters’ clutch shall be to thee

      The ordeal of my rapture’s contrary shape:

      In pain’s self shall smile on thee my secret face:

      Thou shalt bear my ruthless beauty unabridged

      Amid the world’s intolerable wrongs,

      Trampled by the violent misdeeds of Time

      Cry out to the ecstasy of my rapture’s touch.

      All beings shall be to thy life my emissaries;

      Drawn to me on the bosom of thy friend,

      Compelled to meet me in thy enemy’s eyes,

      My creatures shall demand me from thy heart.

      Thou shalt not shrink from any brother soul.

      Thou shalt be attracted helplessly to all.

      Men seeing thee shall feel my hands of joy,

      In sorrow’s pangs feel steps of the world’s delight,

      Their life experience its tumultuous shock

      In the mutual craving of two opposites.

      Hearts touched by thy love shall answer to my call,

      Discover the ancient music of the spheres

      In the revealing accents of thy voice

      And nearer draw to me because thou art:

      Enamoured of thy spirit’s loveliness

      They shall embrace my body in thy soul,

      Hear in thy life the beauty of my laugh,

      Know the thrilled bliss with which I made the worlds.

      All that thou hast, shall be for others’ bliss,

      All that thou art, shall to my hands belong.

      I will pour delight from thee as from a jar,

      I will whirl thee as my chariot through the ways,

      I will use thee as my sword and as my lyre,

      I will play on thee my minstrelsies of thought.

      And when thou art vibrant with all ecstasy,

      And when thou liv’st one spirit with all things,

      Then will I spare thee not my living fires,

      But make thee a channel for my timeless force.

      My hidden presence led thee unknowing on

      From thy beginning in earth’s voiceless bosom

      Through life and pain and time and will and death,

      Through outer shocks and inner silences

      Along the mystic roads of Space and Time

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