Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

were formed not in her listening brain,

      Her vacant heart was like a stringless harp;

      Impassive the body claimed not its own voice,

      But let the luminous greatness through it pass.

      A dual Power at being’s occult poles

      Still acted, nameless and invisible:

      Her divine emptiness was their instrument.

      Inconscient Nature dealt with the world it had made,

      And using still the body’s instruments

      Slipped through the conscious void she had become;

      The superconscient Mystery through that Void

      Missioned its word to touch the thoughts of men.

      As yet this great impersonal speech was rare.

      But now the unmoving wide spiritual space

      In which her mind survived tranquil and bare,

      Admitted a traveller from the cosmic breadths:

      A thought came through draped as an outer voice.

      It called not for the witness of the mind,

      It spoke not to the hushed receiving heart;

      It came direct to the pure perception’s seat,

      An only centre now of consciousness,

      If centre could be where all seemed only space;

      No more shut in by body’s walls and gates

      Her being, a circle without circumference,

      Already now surpassed all cosmic bounds

      And more and more spread into infinity.

      This being was its own unbounded world,

      A world without form or feature or circumstance;

      It had no ground, no wall, no roof of thought,

      Yet saw itself and looked on all around

      In a silence motionless and illimitable.

      There was no person there, no centred mind,

      No seat of feeling on which beat events

      Or objects wrought and shaped reaction’s stress.

      There was no motion in this inner world,

      All was a still and even infinity.

      In her the Unseen, the Unknown waited his hour.

      But now she sat by sleeping Satyavan,

      Awake within, and the enormous Night

      Surrounded her with the Unknowable’s vast.

      A voice began to speak from her own heart

      That was not hers, yet mastered thought and sense.

      As it spoke all changed within her and without;

      All was, all lived; she felt all being one;

      The world of unreality ceased to be:

      There was no more a universe built by mind,

      Convicted as a structure or a sign;

      A spirit, a being saw created things

      And cast itself into unnumbered forms

      And was what it saw and made; all now became

      An evidence of one stupendous truth,

      A Truth in which negation had no place,

      A being and a living consciousness,

      A stark and absolute Reality.

      There the unreal could not find a place,

      The sense of unreality was slain:

      There all was conscious, made of the Infinite,

      All had a substance of Eternity.

      Yet this was the same Indecipherable;

      It seemed to cast from it universe like a dream

      Vanishing for ever into an original Void.

      But this was no more some vague ubiquitous point

      Or a cipher of vastness in unreal Nought.

      It was the same but now no more seemed far

      To the living clasp of her recovered soul.

      It was her self, it was the self of all,

      It was the reality of existing things,

      It was the consciousness of all that lived

      And felt and saw; it was Timelessness and Time,

      It was the Bliss of formlessness and form.

      It was all Love and the one Beloved’s arms,

      It was sight and thought in one all-seeing Mind,

      It was joy of Being on the peaks of God.

      She passed beyond Time into eternity,

      Slipped out of space and became the Infinite;

      Her being rose into unreachable heights

      And found no end of its journey in the Self.

      It plunged into the unfathomable deeps

      And found no end to the silent mystery

      That held all world within one lonely breast,

      Yet harboured all creation’s multitudes.

      She was all vastness and one measureless point,

      She was a height beyond heights, a depth beyond depths,

      She lived in the everlasting and was all

      That harbours death and bears the wheeling hours.

      All contraries were true in one huge spirit

      Surpassing measure, change and circumstance.

      An individual, one with cosmic self

      In the heart of the Transcendent’s miracle

      And the secret of World-personality

      Was the creator and the lord of all.

      Mind was a single innumerable look

      Upon himself and all that he became.

      Life was his drama and the Vast a stage,

      The universe was his body, God its soul.

      All was one single immense reality,

      All its innumerable phenomenon.

      Her spirit saw the world as living God;

      It saw the One and knew that all was He.

      She knew him as the Absolute’s self-space,

      One with her self and ground of all things here

      In which the world wanders seeking for the Truth

      Guarded behind its face of ignorance:

      She followed him through the march of endless Time.

      All Nature’s happenings were events in her,

      The heart-beats of the cosmos were her own,

      All beings thought and felt and moved in her;

      She inhabited the vastness of the world,

      Its distances were her nature’s boundaries,

      Its closenesses her own life’s intimacies.

      Her mind became familiar with its mind,

      Its body was