Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      But still it holds him dangled in its grasp:

      It draws its giant circle round his thoughts,

      It shuts his heart to the supernal Light.

      A high and dazzling limit shines above,

      A black and blinding border rules below:

      His mind is closed between two firmaments.

      He seeks through words and images the Truth,

      And, poring on surfaces and brute outsides

      Or dipping cautious feet in shallow seas,

      Even his Knowledge is an Ignorance.

      He is barred out from his own inner depths;

      He cannot look on the face of the Unknown.

      How shall he see with the Omniscient’s eyes,

      How shall he will with the Omnipotent’s force?

      O too compassionate and eager Dawn,

      Leave to the circling aeons’ tardy pace

      And to the working of the inconscient Will,

      Leave to its imperfect light the earthly race:

      All shall be done by the long act of Time.

      Although the race is bound by its own kind,

      The soul in man is greater than his fate:

      Above the wash and surge of Time and Space,

      Disengaging from the cosmic commonalty

      By which all life is kin in grief and joy,

      Delivered from the universal Law

      The sunlike single and transcendent spirit

      Can blaze its way through the mind’s barrier wall

      And burn alone in the eternal sky,

      Inhabitant of a wide and endless calm.

      O flame, withdraw into thy luminous self.

      Or else return to thy original might

      On a seer-summit above thought and world;

      Partner of my unhoured eternity,

      Be one with the infinity of my power:

      For thou art the World-Mother and the Bride.

      Out of the fruitless yearning of earth’s life,

      Out of her feeble unconvincing dream,

      Recovering wings that cross infinity

      Pass back into the Power from which thou cam’st.

      To that thou canst uplift thy formless flight,

      Thy heart can rise from its unsatisfied beats

      And feel the immortal and spiritual joy

      Of a soul that never lost felicity.

      Lift up the fallen heart of love which flutters

      Cast down desire’s abyss into the gulfs.

      For ever rescued out of Nature’s shapes

      Discover what the aimless cycles want,

      There intertwined with all thy life has meant,

      Here vainly sought in a terrestrial form.

      Break into eternity thy mortal mould;

      Melt, lightning, into thy invisible flame!

      Clasp, Ocean, deep into thyself thy wave,

      Happy for ever in the embosoming surge.

      Grow one with the still passion of the depths.

      Then shalt thou know the Lover and the Loved,

      Leaving the limits dividing him and thee.

      Receive him into boundless Savitri,

      Lose thyself into infinite Satyavan.

      O miracle, where thou beganst, there cease!”

      But Savitri answered to the radiant God:

      “In vain thou temptst with solitary bliss

      Two spirits saved out of a suffering world;

      My soul and his indissolubly linked

      In the one task for which our lives were born,

      To raise the world to God in deathless Light,

      To bring God down to the world on earth we came,

      To change the earthly life to life divine.

      I keep my will to save the world and man;

      Even the charm of thy alluring voice,

      O blissful Godhead, cannot seize and snare.

      I sacrifice not earth to happier worlds.

      Because there dwelt the Eternal’s vast Idea

      And his dynamic will in men and things,

      So only could the enormous scene begin.

      Whence came this profitless wilderness of stars,

      This mighty barren wheeling of the suns?

      Who made the soul of futile life in Time,

      Planted a purpose and a hope in the heart,

      Set Nature to a huge and meaningless task

      Or planned her million-aeoned effort’s waste?

      What force condemned to birth and death and tears

      These conscious creatures crawling on the globe?

      If earth can look up to the light of heaven

      And hear an answer to her lonely cry,

      Not vain their meeting, nor heaven’s touch a snare.

      If thou and I are true, the world is true;

      Although thou hide thyself behind thy works,

      To be is not a senseless paradox;

      Since God has made earth, earth must make in her God;

      What hides within her breast she must reveal.

      I claim thee for the world that thou hast made.

      If man lives bound by his humanity,

      If he is tied for ever to his pain,

      Let a greater being then arise from man,

      The superhuman with the Eternal mate

      And the Immortal shine through earthly forms.

      Else were creation vain and this great world

      A nothing that in Time’s moments seems to be.

      But I have seen through the insentient mask;

      I have felt a secret spirit stir in things

      Carrying the body of the growing God:

      It looks through veiling forms at veilless truth;

      It pushes back the curtain of the gods;

      It climbs towards its own eternity.”

      But the god answered to the woman’s heart:

      “O living power of the incarnate Word,

      All that the Spirit has dreamed thou canst create:

      Thou art the force by which I made the worlds,

      Thou art my vision and my will and voice.

      But knowledge too is thine, the world-plan thou knowest

      And the tardy