Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      And trails his peacock-plumaged joy of life

      And suns in the glory of her passing smile.

      In a thousand ways he serves her royal needs;

      He makes the hours pivot around her will,

      Makes all reflect her whims; all is their play:

      This whole wide world is only he and she.

      This is the knot that ties together the stars:

      The Two who are one are the secret of all power,

      The Two who are one are the might and right in things.

      His soul, silent, supports the world and her,

      His acts are her commandment’s registers.

      Happy, inert, he lies beneath her feet:

      His breast he offers for her cosmic dance

      Of which our lives are the quivering theatre,

      And none could bear but for his strength within,

      Yet none would leave because of his delight.

      His works, his thoughts have been devised by her,

      His being is a mirror vast of hers:

      Active, inspired by her he speaks and moves;

      His deeds obey her heart’s unspoken demands:

      Passive, he bears the impacts of the world

      As if her touches shaping his soul and life:

      His journey through the days is her sun-march;

      He runs upon her roads; hers is his course.

      A witness and student of her joy and dole,

      A partner in her evil and her good,

      He has consented to her passionate ways,

      He is driven by her sweet and dreadful force.

      His sanctioning name initials all her works;

      His silence is his signature to her deeds;

      In the execution of her drama’s scheme,

      In her fancies of the moment and its mood,

      In the march of this obvious ordinary world

      Where all is deep and strange to the eyes that see

      And Nature’s common forms are marvel-wefts,

      She through his witness sight and motion of might

      Unrolls the material of her cosmic Act,

      Her happenings that exalt and smite the soul,

      Her force that moves, her powers that save and slay,

      Her Word that in the silence speaks to our hearts,

      Her silence that transcends the summit Word,

      Her heights and depths to which our spirit moves,

      Her events that weave the texture of our lives

      And all by which we find or lose ourselves,

      Things sweet and bitter, magnificent and mean,

      Things terrible and beautiful and divine.

      Her empire in the cosmos she has built,

      He is governed by her subtle and mighty laws.

      His consciousness is a babe upon her knees,

      His being a field of her vast experiment,

      Her endless space is the playground of his thoughts;

      She binds to knowledge of the shapes of Time

      And the creative error of limiting mind

      And chance that wears the rigid face of fate

      And her sport of death and pain and Nescience,

      His changed and struggling immortality.

      His soul is a subtle atom in a mass,

      His substance a material for her works.

      His spirit survives amid the death of things,

      He climbs to eternity through being’s gaps,

      He is carried by her from Night to deathless Light.

      This grand surrender is his free-will’s gift,

      His pure transcendent force submits to hers.

      In the mystery of her cosmic ignorance,

      In the insoluble riddle of her play,

      A creature made of perishable stuff,

      In the pattern she has set for him he moves,

      He thinks with her thoughts, with her trouble his bosom heaves;

      He seems the thing that she would have him seem,

      He is whatever her artist will can make.

      Although she drives him on her fancy’s roads,

      At play with him as with her child or slave,

      To freedom and the Eternal’s mastery

      And immortality’s stand above the world,

      She moves her seeming puppet of an hour.

      Even in his mortal session in body’s house,

      An aimless traveller between birth and death,

      Ephemeral dreaming of immortality,

      To reign she spurs him. He takes up her powers;

      He has harnessed her to the yoke of her own law.

      His face of human thought puts on a crown.

      Held in her leash, bound to her veiled caprice,

      He studies her ways if so he may prevail

      Even for an hour and she work out his will;

      He makes of her his moment passion’s serf:

      To obey she feigns, she follows her creature’s lead:

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