Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ seemed a realm of lives that had no base.

      Then dawned a greater seeking, broadened sky,

      A journey under wings of brooding Force.

      First came the kingdom of the morning star:

      A twilight beauty trembled under its spear

      And the throb of promise of a wider Life.

      Then slowly rose a great and doubting sun

      And in its light she made of self a world.

      A spirit was there that sought for its own deep self,

      Yet was content with fragments pushed in front

      And parts of living that belied the whole

      But, pieced together, might one day be true.

      Yet something seemed to be achieved at last.

      A growing volume of the will-to-be,

      A text of living and a graph of force,

      A script of acts, a song of conscious forms

      Burdened with meanings fugitive from thought’s grasp

      And crowded with undertones of life’s rhythmic cry,

      Could write itself on the hearts of living things.

      In an outbreak of the might of secret Spirit,

      In Life and Matter’s answer of delight,

      Some face of deathless beauty could be caught

      That gave immortality to a moment’s joy,

      Some word that could incarnate highest Truth

      Leaped out from a chance tension of the soul,

      Some hue of the Absolute could fall on life,

      Some glory of knowledge and intuitive sight,

      Some passion of the rapturous heart of Love.

      A hierophant of the bodiless Secrecy

      Interned in an unseen spiritual sheath,

      The Will that pushes sense beyond its scope

      To feel the light and joy intangible,

      Half found its way into the Ineffable’s peace,

      Half captured a sealed sweetness of desire

      That yearned from a bosom of mysterious Bliss,

      Half manifested veiled Reality.

      A soul not wrapped into its cloak of mind

      Could glimpse the true sense of a world of forms;

      Illumined by a vision in the thought,

      Upbuoyed by the heart’s understanding flame,

      It could hold in the conscious ether of the spirit

      The divinity of a symbol universe.

      This realm inspires us with our vaster hopes;

      Its forces have made landings on our globe,

      Its signs have traced their pattern in our lives:

      It lends a sovereign movement to our fate,

      Its errant waves motive our life’s high surge.

      All that we seek for is prefigured there

      And all we have not known nor ever sought

      Which yet one day must be born in human hearts

      That the Timeless may fulfil itself in things.

      Incarnate in the mystery of the days,

      Eternal in an unclosed Infinite,

      A mounting endless possibility

      Climbs high upon a topless ladder of dream

      For ever in the Being’s conscious trance.

      All on that ladder mounts to an unseen end.

      An Energy of perpetual transience makes

      The journey from which no return is sure,

      The pilgrimage of Nature to the Unknown.

      As if in her ascent to her lost source

      She hoped to unroll all that could ever be,

      Her high procession moves from stage to stage,

      A progress leap from sight to greater sight,

      A process march from form to ampler form,

      A caravan of the inexhaustible

      Formations of a boundless Thought and Force.

      Her timeless Power that lay once on the lap

      Of a beginningless and endless Calm,

      Now severed from the Spirit’s immortal bliss,

      Erects the type of all the joys she has lost;

      Compelling transient substance into shape,

      She hopes by the creative act’s release

      To overleap sometimes the gulf she cannot fill,

      To heal awhile the wound of severance,

      Escape from the moment’s prison of littleness

      And meet the Eternal’s wide sublimities

      In the uncertain time-field portioned here.

      Almost she nears what never can be attained;

      She shuts eternity into an hour

      And fills a little soul with the Infinite;

      The Immobile leans to the magic of her call;

      She stands on a shore in the Illimitable,

      Perceives the formless Dweller in all forms

      And feels around her infinity’s embrace.

      Her task no ending knows; she serves no aim

      But labours driven by a nameless Will

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