Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Canto Three

      The Glory and the Fall of Life

      An uneven broad ascent now lured his feet.

      Answering a greater Nature’s troubled call

      He crossed the limits of embodied Mind

      And entered wide obscure disputed fields

      Where all was doubt and change and nothing sure,

      A world of search and toil without repose.

      As one who meets the face of the Unknown,

      A questioner with none to give reply,

      Attracted to a problem never solved,

      Always uncertain of the ground he trod,

      Always drawn on to an inconstant goal

      He travelled through a land peopled by doubts

      In shifting confines on a quaking base.

      In front he saw a boundary ever unreached

      And thought himself at each step nearer now, –

      A far retreating horizon of mirage.

      A vagrancy was there that brooked no home,

      A journey of countless paths without a close.

      Nothing he found to satisfy his heart;

      A tireless wandering sought and could not cease.

      There life is the manifest Incalculable,

      A movement of unquiet seas, a long

      And venturous leap of spirit into Space,

      A vexed disturbance in the eternal Calm,

      An impulse and passion of the Infinite.

      Assuming whatever shape her fancy wills,

      Escaped from the restraint of settled forms

      She has left the safety of the tried and known.

      Unshepherded by the fear that walks through Time,

      Undaunted by Fate that dogs and Chance that springs,

      She accepts disaster as a common risk;

      Careless of suffering, heedless of sin and fall,

      She wrestles with danger and discovery

      In the unexplored expanses of the soul.

      To be seemed only a long experiment,

      The hazard of a seeking ignorant Force

      That tries all truths and, finding none supreme,

      Moves on unsatisfied, unsure of its end.

      As saw some inner mind, so life was shaped:

      From thought to thought she passed, from phase to phase,

      Tortured by her own powers or proud and blest,

      Now master of herself, now toy and slave.

      A huge inconsequence was her action’s law,

      As if all possibility must be drained,

      And anguish and bliss were pastimes of the heart.

      In a gallop of thunder-hooved vicissitudes

      She swept through the race-fields of Circumstance,

      Or, swaying, she tossed between her heights and deeps,

      Uplifted or broken on Time’s inconstant wheel.

      Amid a tedious crawl of drab desires

      She writhed, a worm mid worms in Nature’s mud,

      Then, Titan-statured, took all earth for food,

      Ambitioned the seas for robe, for crown the stars

      And shouting strode from peak to giant peak,

      Clamouring for worlds to conquer and to rule.

      Then, wantonly enamoured of Sorrow’s face,

      She plunged into the anguish of the depths

      And, wallowing, clung to her own misery.

      In dolorous converse with her squandered self

      She wrote the account of all that she had lost,

      Or sat with grief as with an ancient friend.

      A romp of violent raptures soon was spent,

      Or she lingered tied to an inadequate joy

      Missing the turns of fate, missing life’s goal.

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