Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Canto One

      The Symbol Dawn

      It was the hour before the Gods awake.

      Across the path of the divine Event

      The huge foreboding mind of Night, alone

      In her unlit temple of eternity,

      Lay stretched immobile upon Silence’ marge.

      Almost one felt, opaque, impenetrable,

      In the sombre symbol of her eyeless muse

      The abysm of the unbodied Infinite;

      A fathomless zero occupied the world.

      A power of fallen boundless self awake

      Between the first and the last Nothingness,

      Recalling the tenebrous womb from which it came,

      Turned from the insoluble mystery of birth

      And the tardy process of mortality

      And longed to reach its end in vacant Nought.

      As in a dark beginning of all things,

      A mute featureless semblance of the Unknown

      Repeating for ever the unconscious act,

      Prolonging for ever the unseeing will,

      Cradled the cosmic drowse of ignorant Force

      Whose moved creative slumber kindles the suns

      And carries our lives in its somnambulist whirl.

      Athwart the vain enormous trance of Space,

      Its formless stupor without mind or life,

      A shadow spinning through a soulless Void,

      Thrown back once more into unthinking dreams,

      Earth wheeled abandoned in the hollow gulfs

      Forgetful of her spirit and her fate.

      The impassive skies were neutral, empty, still.

      Then something in the inscrutable darkness stirred;

      A nameless movement, an unthought Idea

      Insistent, dissatisfied, without an aim,

      Something that wished but knew not how to be,

      Teased the Inconscient to wake Ignorance.

      A throe that came and left a quivering trace,

      Gave room for an old tired want unfilled,

      At peace in its subconscient moonless cave

      To raise its head and look for absent light,

      Straining closed eyes of vanished memory,

      Like one who searches for a bygone self

      And only meets the corpse of his desire.

      It was as though even in this Nought’s profound,

      Even in this ultimate dissolution’s core,

      There lurked an unremembering entity,

      Survivor of a slain and buried past

      Condemned to resume the effort and the pang,

      Reviving in another frustrate world.

      An unshaped consciousness desired light

      And a blank prescience yearned towards distant change.

      As if a childlike finger laid on a cheek

      Reminded of the endless need in things

      The heedless Mother of the universe,

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