Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

in the greyness is thy coming’s ray?

      Where is the thunder of thy victory’s wings?

      Only we hear the feet of passing gods.

      A plan in the occult eternal Mind

      Mapped out to backward and prophetic sight,

      The aeons ever repeat their changeless round,

      The cycles all rebuild and ever aspire.

      All we have done is ever still to do.

      All breaks and all renews and is the same.

      Huge revolutions of life’s fruitless gyre,

      The new-born ages perish like the old,

      As if the sad Enigma kept its right

      Till all is done for which this scene was made.

      Too little the strength that now with us is born,

      Too faint the light that steals through Nature’s lids,

      Too scant the joy with which she buys our pain.

      In a brute world that knows not its own sense,

      Thought-racked upon the wheel of birth we live,

      The instruments of an impulse not our own

      Moved to achieve with our heart’s blood for price

      Half-knowledge, half-creations that soon tire.

      A foiled immortal soul in perishing limbs,

      Baffled and beaten back we labour still;

      Annulled, frustrated, spent, we still survive.

      In anguish we labour that from us may rise

      A larger-seeing man with nobler heart,

      A golden vessel of the incarnate Truth,

      The executor of the divine attempt

      Equipped to wear the earthly body of God,

      Communicant and prophet and lover and king.

      I know that thy creation cannot fail:

      For even through the mists of mortal thought

      Infallible are thy mysterious steps,

      And, though Necessity dons the garb of Chance,

      Hidden in the blind shifts of Fate she keeps

      The slow calm logic of Infinity’s pace

      And the inviolate sequence of its will.

      All life is fixed in an ascending scale

      And adamantine is the evolving Law;

      In the beginning is prepared the close.

      This strange irrational product of the mire,

      This compromise between the beast and god,

      Is not the crown of thy miraculous world.

      I know there shall inform the inconscient cells,

      At one with Nature and at height with heaven,

      A spirit vast as the containing sky

      And swept with ecstasy from invisible founts,

      A god come down and greater by the fall.

      A Power arose out of my slumber’s cell.

      Abandoning the tardy limp of the hours

      And the inconstant blink of mortal sight,

      There where the Thinker sleeps in too much light

      And intolerant flames the lone all-witnessing Eye

      Hearing the word of Fate from Silence’ heart

      In the endless moment of Eternity,

      It saw from timelessness the works of Time.

      Overpassed were the leaden formulas of the Mind,

      Overpowered the obstacle of mortal Space:

      The unfolding Image showed the things to come.

      A giant dance of Shiva tore the past;

      There was a thunder as of worlds that fall;

      Earth was o’errun with fire and the roar of Death

      Clamouring to slay a world his hunger had made;

      There was a clangour of Destruction’s wings:

      The Titan’s battle-cry was in my ears,

      Alarm and rumour shook the armoured Night.

      I saw the Omnipotent’s flaming pioneers

      Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life

      Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth;

      Forerunners of a divine multitude,

      Out of the paths of the morning star they came

      Into the little room of mortal life.

      I saw them cross the twilight of an age,

      The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn,

      The great creators with wide brows of calm,

      The massive barrier-breakers of the world

      And wrestlers with destiny in her lists of will,

      The labourers in the quarries of the gods,

      The messengers of the Incommunicable,

      The architects of immortality.

      Into the fallen human sphere they came,

      Faces that wore the Immortal’s glory still,

      Voices that communed still with the thoughts of God,

      Bodies made beautiful by the spirit’s light,

      Carrying the magic word, the mystic fire,

      Carrying the Dionysian cup of joy,

      Approaching eyes of a diviner man,

      Lips chanting an unknown anthem of the soul,

      Feet echoing in the corridors of Time.

      High priests of wisdom, sweetness, might and bliss,

      Discoverers of beauty’s sunlit ways

      And swimmers of Love’s laughing fiery floods

      And dancers within rapture’s golden doors,

      Their tread one day shall change the suffering earth

      And justify the light on Nature’s face.

      Although Fate lingers in the high Beyond

      And the work seems vain on which our heart’s force was spent,

      All shall be done for which our pain was borne.

      Even as of old man came behind the beast

      This high divine successor surely shall come

      Behind man’s inefficient mortal pace,

      Behind his vain labour, sweat and blood and tears:

      He shall know what mortal mind barely durst think,

      He shall do what the heart of the mortal could not dare.

      Inheritor of the toil of human time,

      He shall take on him the burden of the gods;

      All heavenly light shall visit the earth’s thoughts,

      The might of heaven shall fortify earthly hearts;

      Earth’s deeds shall touch the superhuman’s height,

      Earth’s seeing widen into