Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      The covering mind was seized and torn apart;

      It was dissolved and now no more could be,

      The one Consciousness that made the world was seen;

      All now was luminosity and force.

      Abolished in its last thin fainting trace

      The circle of the little self was gone;

      The separate being could no more be felt;

      It disappeared and knew itself no more,

      Lost in the spirit’s wide identity.

      His nature grew a movement of the All,

      Exploring itself to find that all was He,

      His soul was a delegation of the All

      That turned from itself to join the one Supreme.

      Transcended was the human formula;

      Man’s heart that had obscured the Inviolable

      Assumed the mighty beating of a god’s;

      His seeking mind ceased in the Truth that knows;

      His life was a flow of the universal life.

      He stood fulfilled on the world’s highest line

      Awaiting the ascent beyond the world,

      Awaiting the descent the world to save.

      A Splendour and a Symbol wrapped the earth,

      Serene epiphanies looked and hallowed vasts

      Surrounded, wise infinitudes were close

      And bright remotenesses leaned near and kin.

      Sense failed in that tremendous lucency;

      Ephemeral voices from his hearing fell

      And Thought potent no more sank large and pale

      Like a tired god into mysterious seas.

      The robes of mortal thinking were cast down

      Leaving his knowledge bare to absolute sight;

      Fate’s driving ceased and Nature’s sleepless spur:

      The athlete heavings of the will were stilled

      In the Omnipotent’s unmoving peace.

      Life in his members lay down vast and mute;

      Naked, unwalled, unterrified it bore

      The immense regard of Immortality.

      The last movement died and all at once grew still.

      A weight that was the unseen Transcendent’s hand

      Laid on his limbs the Spirit’s measureless seal,

      Infinity swallowed him into shoreless trance.

      As one who sets his sail towards mysteried shores

      Driven through huge oceans by the breath of God,

      The fathomless below, the unknown around,

      His soul abandoned the blind star-field, Space.

      Afar from all that makes the measured world,

      Plunging to hidden eternities it withdrew

      Back from mind’s foaming surface to the Vasts

      Voiceless within us in omniscient sleep.

      Above the imperfect reach of word and thought,

      Beyond the sight that seeks support of form,

      Lost in deep tracts of superconscient Light,

      Or voyaging in blank featureless Nothingness,

      Sole in the trackless Incommensurable,

      Or past not-self and self and selflessness,

      Transgressing the dream-shores of conscious mind

      He reached at last his sempiternal base.

      On sorrowless heights no winging cry disturbs,

      Pure and untouched above this mortal play

      Is spread the spirit’s hushed immobile air.

      There no beginning is and there no end;

      There is the stable force of all that moves;

      There the aeonic labourer is at rest.

      There turns no keyed creation in the void,

      No giant mechanism watched by a soul;

      There creaks no fate-turned huge machinery;

      The marriage of evil with good within one breast,

      The clash of strife in the very clasp of love,

      The dangerous pain of life’s experiment

      In the values of Inconsequence and Chance,

      The peril of mind’s gamble, throwing our lives

      As stake in a wager of indifferent gods

      And the shifting lights and shadows of the idea

      Falling upon the surface consciousness,

      And in the dream of a mute witness soul

      Creating the error of a half-seen world

      Where knowledge is a seeking ignorance,

      Life’s steps a stumbling series without suit,

      Its aspect of fortuitous design,

      Its equal measure of the true and false

      In that immobile and immutable realm

      Find no access, no cause, no right to live:

      There only reigns the spirit’s motionless power

      Poised in itself through still eternity

      And its omniscient and omnipotent peace.

      Thought clashes not with thought and truth with truth,

      There is no war of right with rival right;

      There are no stumbling and half-seeing lives

      Passing from chance to unexpected chance,

      No suffering of hearts compelled to beat

      In bodies of the inert Inconscient’s make.

      Armed with the immune occult unsinking Fire

      The guardians of Eternity keep its law

      For ever fixed upon Truth’s giant base

      In her magnificent and termless home.

      There Nature on her dumb spiritual couch

      Immutably transcendent knows her source

      And to the stir of multitudinous worlds

      Assents unmoved in a perpetual calm.

      All-causing, all-sustaining and aloof,

      The Witness looks from his unshaken poise,

      An Eye immense regarding all things done.

      Apart, at peace above creation’s stir,

      Immersed in the eternal altitudes,

      He abode defended in his shoreless self,

      Companioned only by the all-seeing One.

      A Mind too mighty to be bound by Thought,

      A Life too boundless for the play in Space,

      A Soul without borders unconvinced of Time,

      He felt the extinction of the world’s long pain,

      He