Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ rob creation of its native truth;

      All was sincerity and natural force.

      There freedom was sole rule and highest law.

      In a happy series climbed or plunged these worlds:

      In realms of curious beauty and surprise,

      In fields of grandeur and of titan power,

      Life played at ease with her immense desires.

      A thousand Edens she could build nor pause;

      No bound was set to her greatness and to her grace

      And to her heavenly variety.

      Awake with a cry and stir of numberless souls,

      Arisen from the breast of some deep Infinite,

      Smiling like a new-born child at love and hope,

      In her nature housing the Immortal’s power,

      In her bosom bearing the eternal Will,

      No guide she needed but her luminous heart:

      No fall debased the godhead of her steps,

      No alien Night had come to blind her eyes.

      There was no use for grudging ring or fence;

      Each act was a perfection and a joy.

      Abandoned to her rapid fancy’s moods

      And the rich coloured riot of her mind,

      Initiate of divine and mighty dreams,

      Magician builder of unnumbered forms

      Exploring the measures of the rhythms of God,

      At will she wove her wizard wonder-dance,

      A Dionysian goddess of delight,

      A Bacchant of creative ecstasy.

      This world of bliss he saw and felt its call,

      But found no way to enter into its joy;

      Across the conscious gulf there was no bridge.

      A darker air encircled still his soul

      Tied to an image of unquiet life.

      In spite of yearning mind and longing sense,

      To a sad Thought by grey experience formed

      And a vision dimmed by care and sorrow and sleep

      All this seemed only a bright desirable dream

      Conceived in a longing distance by the heart

      Of one who walks in the shadow of earth-pain.

      Although he once had felt the Eternal’s clasp,

      Too near to suffering worlds his nature lived,

      And where he stood were entrances of Night.

      Hardly, too close beset by the world’s care,

      Can the dense mould in which we have been made

      Return sheer joy to joy, pure light to light.

      For its tormented will to think and live

      First to a mingled pain and pleasure woke

      And still it keeps the habit of its birth:

      A dire duality is our way to be.

      In the crude beginnings of this mortal world

      Life was not nor mind’s play nor heart’s desire.

      When earth was built in the unconscious Void

      And nothing was save a material scene,

      Identified with sea and sky and stone

      Her young gods yearned for the release of souls

      Asleep in objects, vague, inanimate.

      In that desolate grandeur, in that beauty bare,

      In the deaf stillness, mid the unheeded sounds,

      Heavy was the uncommunicated load

      Of Godhead in a world that had no needs;

      For none was there to feel or to receive.

      This solid mass which brooked no throb of sense

      Could not contain their vast creative urge:

      Immersed no more in Matter’s harmony,

      The Spirit lost its statuesque repose.

      In the uncaring trance it groped for sight,

      Passioned for the movements of a conscious heart,

      Famishing for speech and thought and joy and love,

      In the dumb insensitive wheeling day and night

      Hungered for the beat of yearning and response.

      The poised inconscience shaken with a touch,

      The intuitive Silence trembling with a name,

      They cried to Life to invade the senseless mould

      And in brute forms awake divinity.

      A voice was heard on the mute rolling globe,

      A murmur moaned in the unlistening Void.

      A being seemed to breathe where once was none:

      Something pent up in dead insentient depths,

      Denied conscious existence, lost to joy,

      Turned as if one asleep since dateless time.

      Aware of its own buried reality,

      Remembering its forgotten self and right,

      It yearned to know, to aspire, to enjoy, to live.

      Life heard the call and left her native light.

      Overflowing from her bright magnificent plane

      On the rigid coil and sprawl of mortal Space,

      Here too the gracious great-winged Angel poured

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