Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

vast and vain long-tried experiment,

      An ill-served high conception doubtfully done,

      The world’s life falters on not seeing its goal, –

      A zigzag towards unknown dangerous ground

      Ever repeating its habitual walk,

      Ever retreating after marches long

      And hardiest victories without sure result,

      Drawn endlessly an inconclusive game.

      In an ill-fitting and voluminous robe

      A radiant purpose still conceals its face,

      A mighty blindness stumbles hoping on,

      Feeding its strength on gifts of luminous Chance.

      Because the human instrument has failed,

      The Godhead frustrate sleeps within its seed,

      A spirit entangled in the forms it made.

      His failure is not failure whom God leads;

      Through all the slow mysterious march goes on:

      An immutable Power has made this mutable world;

      A self-fulfilling transcendence treads man’s road;

      The driver of the soul upon its path,

      It knows its steps, its way is inevitable,

      And how shall the end be vain when God is guide?

      However man’s mind may tire or fail his flesh,

      A will prevails cancelling his conscious choice:

      The goal recedes, a bourneless vastness calls

      Retreating into an immense Unknown;

      There is no end to the world’s stupendous march,

      There is no rest for the embodied soul.

      It must live on, describe all Time’s huge curve.

      An Influx presses from the closed Beyond

      Forbidding to him rest and earthly ease,

      Till he has found himself he cannot pause.

      A Light there is that leads, a Power that aids;

      Unmarked, unfelt it sees in him and acts:

      Ignorant, he forms the All-Conscient in his depths,

      Human, looks up to superhuman peaks:

      A borrower of Supernature’s gold,

      He paves his road to Immortality.

      The high gods look on man and watch and choose

      Today’s impossibles for the future’s base.

      His transience trembles with the Eternal’s touch,

      His barriers cede beneath the Infinite’s tread;

      The Immortals have their entries in his life:

      The Ambassadors of the Unseen draw near.

      A splendour sullied by the mortal air,

      Love passes through his heart, a wandering guest.

      Beauty surrounds him for a magic hour,

      He has visits of a large revealing joy,

      Brief widenesses release him from himself,

      Enticing towards a glory ever in front

      Hopes of a deathless sweetness lure and leave.

      His mind is crossed by strange discovering fires,

      Rare intimations lift his stumbling speech

      To a moment’s kinship with the eternal Word;

      A masque of Wisdom circles through his brain

      Perturbing him with glimpses half divine.

      He lays his hands sometimes on the Unknown;

      He communes sometimes with Eternity.

      A strange and grandiose symbol was his birth

      And immortality and spirit-room

      And pure perfection and a shadowless bliss

      Are this afflicted creature’s mighty fate.

      In him the Earth-Mother sees draw near the change

      Foreshadowed in her dumb and fiery depths,

      A godhead drawn from her transmuted limbs,

      An alchemy of Heaven on Nature’s base.

      Adept of the self-born unfailing line,

      Leave not the light to die the ages bore,

      Help still humanity’s blind and suffering life:

      Obey thy spirit’s wide omnipotent urge.

      A witness to God’s parley with the Night,

      It leaned compassionate from immortal calm

      And housed desire, the troubled seed of things.

      Assent to thy high self, create, endure.

      Cease not from knowledge, let thy toil be vast.

      No more can earthly limits pen thy force;

      Equal thy work with long unending Time’s.

      Traveller upon the bare eternal heights,

      Tread still the difficult and dateless path

      Joining the cycles with its austere curve

      Measured for man by the initiate Gods.

      My light shall be in thee, my strength thy force.

      Let not the impatient Titan drive thy heart,

      Ask not the imperfect fruit, the partial prize.

      Only one boon, to greaten thy spirit, demand;

      Only one joy, to raise thy kind, desire.

      Above blind fate and the antagonist powers

      Moveless there stands a high unchanging Will;

      To its omnipotence leave thy work’s result.

      All things shall change in God’s transfiguring hour.”

      August and sweet sank hushed that mighty Voice.

      Nothing now moved in the vast brooding space:

      A stillness came upon the listening world,

      A mute immensity of the Eternal’s peace.

      But Aswapati’s heart replied to her,

      A cry amid the silence of the Vasts:

      “How shall I rest content with mortal days

      And the dull measure of terrestrial things,

      I who have seen behind the cosmic mask

      The glory and the beauty of thy face?

      Hard is the doom to which thou bindst thy sons!

      How long shall our spirits battle with the Night

      And bear defeat and the brute yoke of Death,

      We who are vessels of a deathless Force

      And builders of the godhead of the race?

      Or if it is thy work I do below

      Amid the error and waste of human life

      In the vague light of man’s half-conscious mind,

      Why breaks not in some distant gleam of thee?

      Ever the centuries and millenniums