Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ lodged in an inner sanctuary of dream

      The makers of the image of deity live.

      Pity is there and fire-winged sacrifice,

      And flashes of sympathy and tenderness

      Cast heaven-lights from the heart’s secluded shrine.

      A work is done in the deep silences;

      A glory and wonder of spiritual sense,

      A laughter in beauty’s everlasting space

      Transforming world-experience into joy,

      Inhabit the mystery of the untouched gulfs;

      Lulled by Time’s beats eternity sleeps in us.

      In the sealed hermetic heart, the happy core,

      Unmoved behind this outer shape of death

      The eternal Entity prepares within

      Its matter of divine felicity,

      Its reign of heavenly phenomenon.

      Even in our sceptic mind of ignorance

      A foresight comes of some immense release,

      Our will lifts towards it slow and shaping hands.

      Each part in us desires its absolute.

      Our thoughts covet the everlasting Light,

      Our strength derives from an omnipotent Force,

      And since from a veiled God-joy the worlds were made

      And since eternal Beauty asks for form

      Even here where all is made of being’s dust,

      Our hearts are captured by ensnaring shapes,

      Our very senses blindly seek for bliss.

      Our error crucifies Reality

      To force its birth and divine body here,

      Compelling, incarnate in a human form

      And breathing in limbs that one can touch and clasp,

      Its Knowledge to rescue an ancient Ignorance,

      Its saviour light the inconscient universe.

      And when that greater Self comes sea-like down

      To fill this image of our transience,

      All shall be captured by delight, transformed:

      In waves of undreamed ecstasy shall roll

      Our mind and life and sense and laugh in a light

      Other than this hard limited human day,

      The body’s tissues thrill apotheosised,

      Its cells sustain bright metamorphosis.

      This little being of Time, this shadow soul,

      This living dwarf-figurehead of darkened spirit

      Out of its traffic in petty dreams shall rise.

      Its shape of person and its ego-face

      Divested of this mortal travesty,

      Like a clay troll kneaded into a god

      New-made in the image of the eternal Guest,

      It shall be caught to the breast of a white Force

      And, flaming with the paradisal touch

      In a rose-fire of sweet spiritual grace,

      In the red passion of its infinite change,

      Quiver, awake, and shudder with ecstasy.

      As if reversing a deformation’s spell,

      Released from the black magic of the Night,

      Renouncing servitude to the dim Abyss,

      It shall learn at last who lived within unseen,

      And seized with marvel in the adoring heart

      To the enthroned Child-Godhead kneel aware,

      Trembling with beauty and delight and love.

      But first the spirit’s ascent we must achieve

      Out of the chasm from which our nature rose.

      The soul must soar sovereign above the form

      And climb to summits beyond mind’s half-sleep;

      Our hearts we must inform with heavenly strength,

      Surprise the animal with the occult god.

      Then kindling the gold tongue of sacrifice,

      Calling the powers of a bright hemisphere,

      We shall shed the discredit of our mortal state,

      Make the abysm a road for Heaven’s descent,

      Acquaint our depths with the supernal Ray

      And cleave the darkness with the mystic Fire.

      Adventuring once more in the natal mist

      Across the dangerous haze, the pregnant stir,

      He through the astral chaos shore a way

      Mid the grey faces of its demon gods,

      Questioned by whispers of its flickering ghosts,

      Besieged by sorceries of its fluent force.

      As one who walks unguided through strange fields

      Tending he knows not where nor with what hope,

      He trod a soil that failed beneath his feet

      And journeyed in stone strength to a fugitive end.

      His trail behind him was a vanishing line

      Of glimmering points in a vague immensity;

      A bodiless murmur travelled at his side

      In the wounded gloom complaining against light.

      A huge obstruction its immobile heart,

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