Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ passing through a gate of pillar-rocks,

      Venturing not yet to cross oceans unnamed

      And journey into a dream of distances

      He travels close to unfamiliar coasts

      And finds new haven in storm-troubled isles,

      Or, guided by a sure compass in his thought,

      He plunges through a bright haze that hides the stars,

      Steering on the trade-routes of Ignorance.

      His prow pushes towards undiscovered shores,

      He chances on unimagined continents:

      A seeker of the islands of the Blest,

      He leaves the last lands, crosses the ultimate seas,

      He turns to eternal things his symbol quest;

      Life changes for him its time-constructed scenes,

      Its images veiling infinity.

      Earth’s borders recede and the terrestrial air

      Hangs round him no longer its translucent veil.

      He has crossed the limit of mortal thought and hope,

      He has reached the world’s end and stares beyond;

      The eyes of mortal body plunge their gaze

      Into Eyes that look upon eternity.

      A greater world Time’s traveller must explore.

      At last he hears a chanting on the heights

      And the far speaks and the unknown grows near:

      He crosses the boundaries of the unseen

      And passes over the edge of mortal sight

      To a new vision of himself and things.

      He is a spirit in an unfinished world

      That knows him not and cannot know itself:

      The surface symbol of his goalless quest

      Takes deeper meanings to his inner view;

      His is a search of darkness for the light,

      Of mortal life for immortality.

      In the vessel of an earthly embodiment

      Over the narrow rails of limiting sense

      He looks out on the magic waves of Time

      Where mind like a moon illumines the world’s dark.

      There is limned ever retreating from the eyes,

      As if in a tenuous misty dream-light drawn,

      The outline of a dim mysterious shore.

      A sailor on the Inconscient’s fathomless sea,

      He voyages through a starry world of thought

      On Matter’s deck to a spiritual sun.

      Across the noise and multitudinous cry,

      Across the rapt unknowable silences,

      Through a strange mid-world under supernal skies,

      Beyond earth’s longitudes and latitudes,

      His goal is fixed outside all present maps.

      But none learns whither through the unknown he sails

      Or what secret mission the great Mother gave.

      In the hidden strength of her omnipotent Will,

      Driven by her breath across life’s tossing deep,

      Through the thunder’s roar and through the windless hush,

      Through fog and mist where nothing more is seen,

      He carries her sealed orders in his breast.

      Late will he know, opening the mystic script,

      Whether to a blank port in the Unseen

      He goes or, armed with her fiat, to discover

      A new mind and body in the city of God

      And enshrine the Immortal in his glory’s house

      And make the finite one with Infinity.

      Across the salt waste of the endless years

      Her ocean winds impel his errant boat,

      The cosmic waters plashing as he goes,

      A rumour around him and danger and a call.

      Always he follows in her force’s wake.

      He sails through life and death and other life,

      He travels on through waking and through sleep.

      A power is on him from her occult force

      That ties him to his own creation’s fate,

      And never can the mighty Traveller rest

      And never can the mystic voyage cease

      Till the nescient dusk is lifted from man’s soul

      And the morns of God have overtaken his night.

      As long as Nature lasts, he too is there,

      For this is sure that he and she are one;

      Even when he sleeps, he keeps her on his breast:

      Whoever leaves her, he will not depart

      To repose without her in the Unknowable.

      There is a truth to know, a work to do;

      Her play is real; a Mystery he fulfils:

      There is a plan in the Mother’s deep world-whim,

      A purpose in her vast and random game.

      This ever she meant since the first dawn of life,

      This constant will she covered with her sport,

      To evoke a Person in the impersonal Void,

      With the Truth-Light strike earth’s massive СКАЧАТЬ