Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

she gathered the lost secrets dropped by Time

      In the dust and crannies of his mounting route

      Mid old forsaken dreams of hastening Mind

      And buried remnants of forgotten space.

      A traveller between summit and abyss,

      She joined the distant ends, the viewless deeps,

      Or streaked along the roads of Heaven and Hell

      Pursuing all knowledge like a questing hound.

      A reporter and scribe of hidden wisdom talk,

      Her shining minutes of celestial speech,

      Passed through the masked office of the occult mind,

      Transmitting gave to prophet and to seer

      The inspired body of the mystic Truth.

      A recorder of the inquiry of the gods,

      Spokesman of the silent seeings of the Supreme,

      She brought immortal words to mortal men.

      Above the reason’s brilliant slender curve,

      Released like radiant air dimming a moon,

      Broad spaces of a vision without line

      Or limit swam into his spirit’s ken.

      Oceans of being met his voyaging soul

      Calling to infinite discovery;

      Timeless domains of joy and absolute power

      Stretched out surrounded by the eternal hush;

      The ways that lead to endless happiness

      Ran like dream-smiles through meditating vasts:

      Disclosed stood up in a gold moment’s blaze

      White sun-steppes in the pathless Infinite.

      Along a naked curve in bourneless Self

      The points that run through the closed heart of things

      Shadowed the indeterminable line

      That carries the Everlasting through the years.

      The magician order of the cosmic Mind

      Coercing the freedom of infinity

      With the stark array of Nature’s symbol facts

      And life’s incessant signals of event,

      Transmuted chance recurrences into laws,

      A chaos of signs into a universe.

      Out of the rich wonders and the intricate whorls

      Of the spirit’s dance with Matter as its mask

      The balance of the world’s design grew clear,

      Its symmetry of self-arranged effects

      Managed in the deep perspectives of the soul,

      And the realism of its illusive art,

      Its logic of infinite intelligence,

      Its magic of a changing eternity.

      A glimpse was caught of things for ever unknown:

      The letters stood out of the unmoving Word:

      In the immutable nameless Origin

      Was seen emerging as from fathomless seas

      The trail of the Ideas that made the world,

      And, sown in the black earth of Nature’s trance,

      The seed of the Spirit’s blind and huge desire

      From which the tree of cosmos was conceived

      And spread its magic arms through a dream of space.

      Immense realities took on a shape:

      There looked out from the shadow of the Unknown

      The bodiless Namelessness that saw God born

      And tries to gain from the mortal’s mind and soul

      A deathless body and a divine name.

      The immobile lips, the great surreal wings,

      The visage masked by superconscient Sleep,

      The eyes with their closed lids that see all things,

      Appeared of the Architect who builds in trance.

      The original Desire born in the Void

      Peered out; he saw the hope that never sleeps,

      The feet that run behind a fleeting fate,

      The ineffable meaning of the endless dream.

      Hardly for a moment glimpsed viewless to Mind,

      As if a torch held by a power of God,

      The radiant world of the everlasting Truth

      Glimmered like a faint star bordering the night

      Above the golden Overmind’s shimmering ridge.

      Even were caught as through a cunning veil

      The smile of love that sanctions the long game,

      The calm indulgence and maternal breasts

      Of Wisdom suckling the child-laughter of Chance,

      Silence, the nurse of the Almighty’s power,

      The omniscient hush, womb of the immortal Word,

      And of the Timeless the still brooding face,

      And the creative eye of Eternity.

      The inspiring goddess entered a mortal’s breast,

      Made there her study of divining thought

      And sanctuary of prophetic speech

      And sat upon the tripod seat of mind:

      All was made wide above, all lit below.

      In darkness’ core she dug out wells of light,

      On the undiscovered depths imposed a form,

      Lent a vibrant cry to the unuttered vasts,

      And through great shoreless, voiceless, starless breadths

      Bore earthward fragments of revealing thought

      Hewn from the silence of the Ineffable.

      A Voice in the heart uttered the unspoken Name,

      A dream of seeking Thought wandering through Space

      Entered the invisible and forbidden house:

      The treasure was found of a supernal Day.

      In the deep subconscient glowed her jewel-lamp;

      Lifted, it showed the riches of the Cave

      Where, by the miser traffickers of sense

      Unused, guarded beneath Night’s dragon paws,

      In folds of velvet darkness draped they sleep

      Whose priceless value could have saved the world.

      A darkness carrying morning in its breast

      Looked for the eternal wide returning gleam,

      Waiting the advent of a larger ray

      And rescue of the lost herds of the Sun.

      In a splendid extravagance of the waste of God

      Dropped carelessly in creation’s spendthrift work,

      Left in the chantiers of the bottomless world

      And stolen by the robbers of the Deep,

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