Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

the world brooding with equal wings,

      He is both in one, beginningless, without end:

      Transcending both, he enters the Absolute.

      His being is a mystery beyond mind,

      His ways bewilder mortal ignorance;

      The finite in its little sections parked,

      Amazed, credits not God’s audacity

      Who dares to be the unimagined All

      And see and act as might one Infinite.

      Against human reason this is his offence,

      Being known to be for ever unknowable,

      To be all and yet transcend the mystic whole,

      Absolute, to lodge in a relative world of Time,

      Eternal and all-knowing, to suffer birth,

      Omnipotent, to sport with Chance and Fate,

      Spirit, yet to be Matter and the Void,

      Illimitable, beyond form or name,

      To dwell within a body, one and supreme

      To be animal and human and divine:

      A still deep sea, he laughs in rolling waves;

      Universal, he is all, – transcendent, none.

      To man’s righteousness this is his cosmic crime,

      Almighty beyond good and evil to dwell

      Leaving the good to their fate in a wicked world

      And evil to reign in this enormous scene.

      All opposition seems and strife and chance,

      An aimless labour with but scanty sense,

      To eyes that see a part and miss the whole;

      The surface men scan, the depths refuse their search:

      A hybrid mystery challenges the view,

      Or a discouraging sordid miracle.

      Yet in the exact Inconscient’s stark conceit,

      In the casual error of the world’s ignorance

      A plan, a hidden Intelligence is glimpsed.

      There is a purpose in each stumble and fall;

      Nature’s most careless lolling is a pose

      Preparing some forward step, some deep result.

      Ingenious notes plugged into a motived score,

      These million discords dot the harmonious theme

      Of the evolution’s huge orchestral dance.

      A Truth supreme has forced the world to be;

      It has wrapped itself in Matter as in a shroud,

      A shroud of Death, a shroud of Ignorance.

      It compelled the suns to burn through silent Space,

      Flame-signs of its uncomprehended Thought

      In a wide brooding ether’s formless muse:

      It made of Knowledge a veiled and struggling light,

      Of Being a substance nescient, dense and dumb,

      Of Bliss the beauty of an insentient world.

      In finite things the conscious Infinite dwells:

      Involved it sleeps in Matter’s helpless trance,

      It rules the world from its sleeping senseless Void;

      Dreaming it throws out mind and heart and soul

      To labour crippled, bound, on the hard earth;

      A broken whole it works through scattered points;

      Its gleaming shards are Wisdom’s diamond thoughts,

      Its shadowy reflex our ignorance.

      It starts from the mute mass in countless jets,

      It fashions a being out of brain and nerve,

      A sentient creature from its pleasures and pangs.

      A pack of feelings obscure, a dot of sense

      Survives awhile answering the shocks of life,

      Then, crushed or its force spent, leaves the dead form,

      Leaves the huge universe in which it lived

      An insignificant unconsidered guest.

      But the soul grows concealed within its house;

      It gives to the body its strength and magnificence;

      It follows aims in an ignorant aimless world,

      It lends significance to earth’s meaningless life.

      A demigod animal, came thinking man;

      He wallows in mud, yet heavenward soars in thought;

      He plays and ponders, laughs and weeps and dreams,

      Satisfies his little longings like the beast;

      He pores upon life’s book with student eyes.

      Out of this tangle of intellect and sense,

      Out of the narrow scope of finite thought

      At last he wakes into spiritual mind;

      A high liberty begins and luminous room:

      He glimpses eternity, touches the infinite,

      He meets the gods in great and sudden hours,

      He feels the universe as his larger self,

      Makes Space and Time his opportunity

      To join the heights and depths of being in light,

      In the heart’s cave speaks secretly with God.

      But these are touches and high moments lived;

      Fragments of Truth supreme have lit his soul,

      Reflections of the sun in waters still.

      A few have dared the last supreme ascent

      And break through borders of blinding light above,

      And feel a breath around of mightier air,

      Receive a vaster being’s messages

      And bathe in its immense intuitive Ray.

      On summit Mind are radiant altitudes

      Exposed to the lustre of Infinity,

      Outskirts and dependencies of the house of Truth,

      Upraised estates of Mind and measureless.

      There man can visit but there he cannot live.

      A cosmic Thought spreads out its vastitudes;

      Its smallest parts are here philosophies

      Challenging with their detailed immensity,

      Each figuring an omniscient scheme of things.

      But higher still can climb the ascending light;

      There are vasts of vision and eternal suns,

      Oceans of an immortal luminousness,

      Flame-hills assaulting heaven with their peaks,

      There dwelling all becomes a blaze of sight;

      A burning head of vision leads the mind,

      Thought trails behind it its long comet tail;

      The heart glows, an illuminate and seer,

      And sense is kindled