Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

of Life’s technique

      And structured her magic and her mystery.

      Imposing schemes of knowledge on the Vast

      They clamped to syllogisms of finite thought

      The free logic of an infinite Consciousness,

      Grammared the hidden rhythms of Nature’s dance,

      Critiqued the plot of the drama of the worlds,

      Made figure and number a key to all that is:

      The psycho-analysis of cosmic Self

      Was traced, its secrets hunted down, and read

      The unknown pathology of the Unique.

      Assessed was the system of the probable,

      The hazard of fleeing possibilities,

      To account for the Actual’s unaccountable sum,

      Necessity’s logarithmic tables drawn,

      Cast into a scheme the triple act of the One.

      Unveiled, the abrupt invisible multitude

      Of forces whirling from the hands of Chance

      Seemed to obey some vast imperative:

      Their tangled motives worked out unity.

      A wisdom read their mind to themselves unknown,

      Their anarchy rammed into a formula

      And from their giant randomness of Force,

      Following the habit of their million paths,

      Distinguishing each faintest line and stroke

      Of a concealed unalterable design,

      Out of the chaos of the Invisible’s moods

      Derived the calculus of Destiny.

      In its bright pride of universal lore

      Mind’s knowledge overtopped the Omniscient’s power:

      The Eternal’s winging eagle puissances

      Surprised in their untracked empyrean

      Stooped from their gyres to obey the beck of Thought:

      Each mysteried God forced to revealing form,

      Assigned his settled moves in Nature’s game,

      Zigzagged at the gesture of a chess-player Will

      Across the chequerboard of cosmic Fate.

      In the wide sequence of Necessity’s steps

      Predicted, every act and thought of God,

      Its values weighed by the accountant Mind,

      Checked in his mathematised omnipotence,

      Lost its divine aspect of miracle

      And was a figure in a cosmic sum.

      The mighty Mother’s whims and lightning moods

      Arisen from her all-wise unruled delight

      In the freedom of her sweet and passionate breast,

      Robbed of their wonder were chained to a cause and aim;

      An idol of bronze replaced her mystic shape

      That captures the movements of the cosmic vasts,

      In the sketch precise of an ideal face

      Forgotten was her eyelashes’ dream-print

      Carrying on their curve infinity’s dreams,

      Lost the alluring marvel of her eyes;

      The surging wave-throbs of her vast sea-heart

      They bound to a theorem of ordered beats:

      Her deep designs which from herself she had veiled

      Bowed self-revealed in their confessional.

      For the birth and death of the worlds they fixed a date,

      The diameter of infinity was drawn,

      Measured the distant arc of the unseen heights

      And visualised the plumbless viewless depths,

      Till all seemed known that in all time could be.

      All was coerced by number, name and form;

      Nothing was left untold, incalculable.

      Yet was their wisdom circled with a nought:

      Truths they could find and hold but not the one Truth:

      The Highest was to them unknowable.

      By knowing too much they missed the whole to be known:

      The fathomless heart of the world was left unguessed

      And the Transcendent kept its secrecy.

      In a sublimer and more daring soar

      To the wide summit of the triple stairs

      Bare steps climbed up like flaming rocks of gold

      Burning their way to a pure absolute sky.

      August and few the sovereign Kings of Thought

      Have made of Space their wide all-seeing gaze

      Surveying the enormous work of Time:

      A breadth of all-containing Consciousness

      Supported Being in a still embrace.

      Intercessors with a luminous Unseen,

      They capt in the long passage to the world

      The imperatives of the creator Self

      Obeyed by unknowing earth, by conscious heaven;

      Their thoughts are partners in its vast control.

      A great all-ruling Consciousness is there

      And Mind unwitting serves a higher Power;

      It is a channel, not the source of all.

      The cosmos is no accident in Time;

      There is a meaning in each play of Chance,

      There is a freedom in each face of Fate.

      A Wisdom knows and guides the mysteried world;

      A Truth-gaze shapes its beings and events;

      A Word self-born upon creation’s heights,

      Voice of the Eternal in the temporal spheres,

      Prophet of the seeings of the Absolute,

      Sows the Idea’s significance in Form

      And from that seed the growths of Time arise.

      On peaks beyond our ken the All-Wisdom sits:

      A single and infallible look comes down,

      A silent touch from the supernal’s air

      Awakes to ignorant knowledge in its acts

      The secret power in the inconscient depths,

      Compelling the blinded Godhead to emerge,

      Determining Necessity’s nude dance

      As she passes through the circuit of the hours

      And vanishes from the chase of finite eyes

      Down circling vistas of aeonic Time.

      The unseizable forces of the cosmic whirl

      Bear in their bacchant limbs the fixity

      Of an original foresight that is Fate.

      Even Nature’s ignorance is Truth’s instrument;

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