Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ soul a moving picture’s changeful film,

      His cosmos-chaos of personality.

      The grand creatrix with her cryptic touch

      Has turned to pathos and power being’s self-dream,

      Made a passion-play of its fathomless mystery.

      But here were worlds lifted half-way to heaven.

      The Veil was there but not the Shadowy Wall;

      In forms not too remote from human grasp

      Some passion of the inviolate purity

      Broke through, a ray of the original Bliss.

      Heaven’s joys might have been earth’s if earth were pure.

      There could have reached our divinised sense and heart

      Some natural felicity’s bright extreme,

      Some thrill of Supernature’s absolutes:

      All strengths could laugh and sport on earth’s hard roads

      And never feel her cruel edge of pain,

      All love could play and nowhere Nature’s shame.

      But she has stabled her dreams in Matter’s courts

      And still her doors are barred to things supreme.

      These worlds could feel God’s breath visiting their tops;

      Some glimmer of the Transcendent’s hem was there.

      Across the white aeonic silences

      Immortal figures of embodied joy

      Traversed wide spaces near to eternity’s sleep.

      Pure mystic voices in beatitude’s hush

      Appealed to Love’s immaculate sweetnesses,

      Calling his honeyed touch to thrill the worlds,

      His blissful hands to seize on Nature’s limbs,

      His sweet intolerant might of union

      To take all beings into his saviour arms,

      Drawing to his pity the rebel and the waif

      To force on them the happiness they refuse.

      A chant hymeneal to the unseen Divine,

      A flaming rhapsody of white desire

      Lured an immortal music into the heart

      And woke the slumbering ear of ecstasy.

      A purer, fierier sense had there its home,

      A burning urge no earthly limbs can hold;

      One drew a large unburdened spacious breath

      And the heart sped from beat to rapturous beat.

      The voice of Time sang of the Immortal’s joy;

      An inspiration and a lyric cry,

      The moments came with ecstasy on their wings;

      Beauty unimaginable moved heaven-bare

      Absolved from boundaries in the vasts of dream;

      The cry of the Birds of Wonder called from the skies

      To the deathless people of the shores of Light.

      Creation leaped straight from the hands of God;

      Marvel and rapture wandered in the ways.

      Only to be was a supreme delight,

      Life was a happy laughter of the soul

      And Joy was king with Love for minister.

      The spirit’s luminousness was bodied there.

      Life’s contraries were lovers or natural friends

      And her extremes keen edges of harmony:

      Indulgence with a tender purity came

      And nursed the god on her maternal breast:

      There none was weak, so falsehood could not live;

      Ignorance was a thin shade protecting light,

      Imagination the free-will of Truth,

      Pleasure a candidate for heaven’s fire;

      The intellect was Beauty’s worshipper,

      Strength was the slave of calm spiritual law,

      Power laid its head upon the breasts of Bliss.

      There were summit-glories inconceivable,

      Autonomies of Wisdom’s still self-rule

      And high dependencies of her virgin sun,

      Illumined theocracies of the seeing soul

      Throned in the power of the Transcendent’s ray.

      A vision of grandeurs, a dream of magnitudes

      In sun-bright kingdoms moved with regal gait:

      Assemblies, crowded senates of the gods,

      Life’s puissances reigned on seats of marble will,

      High dominations and autocracies

      And laurelled strengths and armed imperative mights.

      All objects there were great and beautiful,

      All beings wore a royal stamp of power.

      There sat the oligarchies of natural Law,

      Proud violent heads served one calm monarch brow:

      All the soul’s postures donned divinity.

      There met the ardent mutual intimacies

      Of mastery’s joy and the joy of servitude

      Imposed by Love on Love’s heart that obeys

      And Love’s body held beneath a rapturous yoke.

      All was a game of meeting kinglinesses.

      For worship lifts the worshipper’s bowed strength

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