Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ in some prophet cavern of the gods,

      A heart of silence in the hands of joy

      Inhabited with rich creative beats

      A body like a parable of dawn

      That seemed a niche for veiled divinity

      Or golden temple-door to things beyond.

      Immortal rhythms swayed in her time-born steps;

      Her look, her smile awoke celestial sense

      Even in earth-stuff, and their intense delight

      Poured a supernal beauty on men’s lives.

      A wide self-giving was her native act;

      A magnanimity as of sea or sky

      Enveloped with its greatness all that came

      And gave a sense as of a greatened world:

      Her kindly care was a sweet temperate sun,

      Her high passion a blue heaven’s equipoise.

      As might a soul fly like a hunted bird,

      Escaping with tired wings from a world of storms,

      And a quiet reach like a remembered breast,

      In a haven of safety and splendid soft repose

      One could drink life back in streams of honey-fire,

      Recover the lost habit of happiness,

      Feel her bright nature’s glorious ambience,

      And preen joy in her warmth and colour’s rule.

      A deep of compassion, a hushed sanctuary,

      Her inward help unbarred a gate in heaven;

      Love in her was wider than the universe,

      The whole world could take refuge in her single heart.

      The great unsatisfied godhead here could dwell:

      Vacant of the dwarf self’s imprisoned air,

      Her mood could harbour his sublimer breath

      Spiritual that can make all things divine.

      For even her gulfs were secrecies of light.

      At once she was the stillness and the word,

      A continent of self-diffusing peace,

      An ocean of untrembling virgin fire;

      The strength, the silence of the gods were hers.

      In her he found a vastness like his own,

      His high warm subtle ether he refound

      And moved in her as in his natural home.

      In her he met his own eternity.

      Till then no mournful line had barred this ray.

      On the frail breast of this precarious earth,

      Since her orbed sight in its breath-fastened house,

      Opening in sympathy with happier stars

      Where life is not exposed to sorrowful change,

      Remembered beauty death-claimed lids ignore

      And wondered at this world of fragile forms

      Carried on canvas-strips of shimmering Time,

      The impunity of unborn Mights was hers.

      Although she leaned to bear the human load,

      Her walk kept still the measures of the gods.

      Earth’s breath had failed to stain that brilliant glass:

      Unsmeared with the dust of our mortal atmosphere

      It still reflected heaven’s spiritual joy.

      Almost they saw who lived within her light

      Her playmate in the sempiternal spheres

      Descended from its unattainable realms

      In her attracting advent’s luminous wake,

      The white-fire dragon-bird of endless bliss

      Drifting with burning wings above her days:

      Heaven’s tranquil shield guarded the missioned child.

      A glowing orbit was her early term,

      Years like gold raiment of the gods that pass;

      Her youth sat throned in calm felicity.

      But joy cannot endure until the end:

      There is a darkness in terrestrial things

      That will not suffer long too glad a note.

      On her too closed the inescapable Hand:

      The armed Immortal bore the snare of Time.

      One dealt with her who meets the burdened great.

      Assigner of the ordeal and the path

      Who chooses in this holocaust of the soul

      Death, fall and sorrow as the spirit’s goads,

      The dubious godhead with his torch of pain

      Lit up the chasm of the unfinished world

      And called her to fill with her vast self the abyss.

      August and pitiless in his calm outlook,

      Heightening the Eternal’s dreadful strategy,

      He measured the difficulty with the might

      And dug more deep the gulf that all must cross.

      Assailing her divinest elements,

      He made her heart kin to the striving human heart

      And forced her strength to its appointed road.

      For this she had accepted mortal breath;

      To wrestle with the Shadow she had come

      And must confront the riddle of man’s birth

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