Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

touch and friction in the void,

      Into abstract emptiness brought clash and clasp:

      Parent of an expanding universe

      In a matrix of disintegrating force,

      By spending it conserved an endless sum.

      On the hearth of Space it kindled a viewless Fire

      That, scattering worlds as one might scatter seeds,

      Whirled out the luminous order of the stars.

      An ocean of electric Energy

      Formlessly formed its strange wave-particles

      Constructing by their dance this solid scheme,

      Its mightiness in the atom shut to rest;

      Masses were forged or feigned and visible shapes;

      Light flung the photon’s swift revealing spark

      And showed, in the minuteness of its flash

      Imaged, this cosmos of apparent things.

      Thus has been made this real impossible world,

      An obvious miracle or convincing show.

      Or so it seems to man’s audacious mind

      Who seats his thought as the arbiter of truth,

      His personal vision as impersonal fact,

      As witnesses of an objective world

      His erring sense and his instruments’ artifice.

      Thus must he work life’s tangible riddle out

      In a doubtful light, by error seize on Truth

      And slowly part the visage and the veil.

      Or else, forlorn of faith in mind and sense,

      His knowledge a bright body of ignorance,

      He sees in all things strangely fashioned here

      The unwelcome jest of a deceiving Force,

      A parable of Maya and her might.

      This vast perpetual motion caught and held

      In the mysterious and unchanging change

      Of the persistent movement we call Time

      And ever renewing its recurrent beat,

      These mobile rounds that stereotype a flux,

      These static objects in the cosmic dance

      That are but Energy’s self-repeating whorls

      Prolonged by the spirit of the brooding Void,

      Awaited life and sense and waking Mind.

      A little the Dreamer changed his pose of stone.

      But when the Inconscient’s scrupulous work was done

      And Chance coerced by fixed immutable laws,

      A scene was set for Nature’s conscious play.

      Then stirred the Spirit’s mute immobile sleep;

      The Force concealed broke dumbly, slowly out.

      A dream of living woke in Matter’s heart,

      A will to live moved the Inconscient’s dust,

      A freak of living startled vacant Time,

      Ephemeral in a blank eternity,

      Infinitesimal in a dead Infinite.

      A subtler breath quickened dead Matter’s forms;

      The world’s set rhythm changed to a conscious cry;

      A serpent Power twinned the insensible Force.

      Islands of living dotted lifeless Space

      And germs of living formed in formless air.

      A Life was born that followed Matter’s law,

      Ignorant of the motives of its steps;

      Ever inconstant, yet for ever the same,

      It repeated the paradox that gave it birth:

      Its restless and unstable stabilities

      Recurred incessantly in the flow of Time

      And purposeful movements in unthinking forms

      Betrayed the heavings of an imprisoned Will.

      Waking and sleep lay locked in mutual arms;

      Helpless and indistinct came pleasure and pain

      Trembling with the first faint thrills of a World-Soul.

      A strength of life that could not cry or move,

      Yet broke into beauty signing some deep delight:

      An inarticulate sensibility,

      Throbs of the heart of an unknowing world,

      Ran through its somnolent torpor and there stirred

      A vague uncertain thrill, a wandering beat,

      A dim unclosing as of secret eyes.

      Infant self-feeling grew and birth was born.

      A godhead woke but lay with dreaming limbs;

      Her house refused to open its sealed doors.

      Insentient to our eyes that only see

      The form, the act and not the imprisoned God,

      Life hid in her pulse occult of growth and power

      A consciousness with mute stifled beats of sense,

      A mind suppressed that knew not yet of thought,

      An inert spirit that could only be.

      At first she raised no voice, no motion dared:

      Charged with world-power, instinct with living force,

      Only she clung with her roots to the safe earth,

      Thrilled dumbly to the shocks of ray and breeze

      And put out tendril fingers of desire;

      The strength in her yearning for sun and light

      Felt not the embrace that made her breathe and live;

      Absorbed she dreamed content with beauty and hue.

      At last the charmed Immensity looked forth:

      Astir, vibrant, hungering, she groped for mind;

      Then slowly sense quivered and thought peered out;

      She forced the reluctant mould to grow aware.

      The magic was chiselled of a conscious form;

      Its tranced vibrations rhythmed a quick response,

      And luminous stirrings prompted brain and nerve,

      Awoke in Matter spirit’s identity

      And in a body lit the miracle

      Of the heart’s love and the soul’s witness gaze.

      Impelled by an unseen Will there could break out

      Fragments of some vast impulse to become

      And vivid glimpses of a secret self,

      And the doubtful seeds and force of shapes to be

      Awoke from the inconscient swoon of things.

      An animal creation crept and ran

      And flew and called between the earth and sky,

      Hunted by death but hoping still to live

      And glad to breathe if only