Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

      She too can make an order of her caprice,

      As if her rash superb wagered to outvie

      The veiled Creator’s cosmic secrecies.

      The rapid footsteps of her fantasy,

      Amid whose falls wonders like flowers rise,

      Are surer than reason, defter than device

      And swifter than Imagination’s wings.

      All she new-fashions by the thought and word,

      Compels all substance by her wand of Mind.

      Mind is a mediator divinity:

      Its powers can undo all Nature’s work:

      Mind can suspend or change earth’s concrete law.

      Affranchised from earth-habit’s drowsy seal

      The leaden grip of Matter it can break;

      Indifferent to the angry stare of Death,

      It can immortalise a moment’s work:

      A simple fiat of its thinking force,

      The casual pressure of its slight assent

      Can liberate the Energy dumb and pent

      Within its chambers of mysterious trance:

      It makes the body’s sleep a puissant arm,

      Holds still the breath, the beatings of the heart,

      While the unseen is found, the impossible done,

      Communicates without means the unspoken thought;

      It moves events by its bare silent will,

      Acts at a distance without hands or feet.

      This giant Ignorance, this dwarfish Life

      It can illumine with a prophet sight,

      Invoke the bacchic rapture, the Fury’s goad,

      In our body arouse the demon or the god,

      Call in the Omniscient and Omnipotent,

      Awake a forgotten Almightiness within.

      In its own plane a shining emperor,

      Even in this rigid realm, Mind can be king:

      The logic of its demigod Idea

      In the leap of a transitional moment brings

      Surprises of creation never achieved

      Even by Matter’s strange unconscious skill.

      All’s miracle here and can by miracle change.

      This is that secret Nature’s edge of might.

      On the margin of great immaterial planes,

      In kingdoms of an untrammelled glory of force,

      Where Mind is master of the life and form

      And soul fulfils its thoughts by its own power,

      She meditates upon mighty words and looks

      On the unseen links that join the parted spheres.

      Thence to the initiate who observes her laws

      She brings the light of her mysterious realms:

      Here where he stands, his feet on a prostrate world,

      His mind no more cast into Matter’s mould,

      Over their bounds in spurts of splendid strength

      She carries their magician processes

      And the formulas of their stupendous speech,

      Till heaven and hell become purveyors to earth

      And the universe the slave of mortal will.

      A mediatrix with veiled and nameless gods

      Whose alien will touches our human life,

      Imitating the World-Magician’s ways

      She invents for her self-bound free-will its grooves

      And feigns for magic’s freaks a binding cause.

      All worlds she makes the partners of her deeds,

      Accomplices of her mighty violence,

      Her daring leaps into the impossible:

      From every source she has taken her cunning means,

      She draws from the free-love marriage of the planes

      Elements for her creation’s tour-de-force:

      A wonder-weft of knowledge incalculable,

      A compendium of divine invention’s feats

      She has combined to make the unreal true

      Or liberate suppressed reality:

      In her unhedged Circean wonderland

      Pell-mell she shepherds her occult mightinesses;

      Her mnemonics of the craft of the Infinite,

      Jets of the screened subliminal’s caprice,

      Tags of the gramarye of Inconscience,

      Freedom of a sovereign Truth without a law,

      Thoughts that were born in the immortals’ world,

      Oracles that break out from behind the shrine,

      Warnings from the daemonic inner voice

      And peeps and lightning-leaps of prophecy

      And intimations to the inner ear,

      Abrupt interventions stark and absolute

      And the Superconscient’s unaccountable acts,

      Have woven her balanced web of miracles

      And the weird technique of her tremendous art.

      This bizarre kingdom passed into his charge.

      As one resisting more the more she loves,

      Her great possessions and her power and lore

      She gave, compelled, with a reluctant joy;

      Herself she gave for rapture and for use.

      Absolved from aberrations in deep ways,

      The ends she recovered for which she was made:

      She turned against the evil she had helped

      Her engined wrath, her invisible means to slay;

      Her dangerous moods and arbitrary force

      She surrendered to the service of the soul

      And the control of a spiritual will.

      A greater despot tamed her despotism.

      Assailed, surprised in the fortress of her self,

      Conquered by her own unexpected king,

      Fulfilled and ransomed by her servitude,

      She yielded in a vanquished ecstasy,

      Her sealed hermetic wisdom forced from her,

      Fragments of the mystery of omnipotence.

      A border sovereign is the occult Force.

      A threshold guardian of the earth-scene’s Beyond,

      She has canalised the outbreaks of the Gods

      And cut through vistas of intuitive sight

      A long road of shimmering discoveries.

      The worlds of a marvellous Unknown were near,

      Behind her an ineffable Presence