Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

ego cannot change her course:

      Yet is it a conscious power that moves in us,

      A seed-idea is parent of our acts

      And destiny the unrecognised child of Will.

      Infallibly by Truth’s directing gaze

      All creatures here their secret self disclose,

      Forced to become what in themselves they hide.

      For He who Is grows manifest in the years

      And the slow Godhead shut within the cell

      Climbs from the plasm to immortality.

      But hidden, but denied to mortal grasp,

      Mystic, ineffable is the spirit’s truth,

      Unspoken, caught only by the spirit’s eye.

      When naked of ego and mind it hears the Voice;

      It looks through light to ever greater light

      And sees Eternity ensphering Life.

      This greater Truth is foreign to our thoughts;

      Where a free Wisdom works, they seek for a rule;

      Or we only see a tripping game of Chance

      Or a labour in chains forced by bound Nature’s law,

      An absolutism of dumb unthinking Power.

      Audacious in their sense of God-born strength

      These dared to grasp with their thought Truth’s absolute;

      By an abstract purity of godless sight,

      By a percept nude, intolerant of forms,

      They brought to Mind what Mind could never reach

      And hoped to conquer Truth’s supernal base.

      A stripped imperative of conceptual phrase

      Architectonic and inevitable

      Translated the unthinkable into thought:

      A silver-winged fire of naked subtle sense,

      An ear of mind withdrawn from the outward’s rhymes

      Discovered the seed-sounds of the eternal Word,

      The rhythm and music heard that built the worlds,

      And seized in things the bodiless Will to be.

      The Illimitable they measured with number’s rods

      And traced the last formula of limited things,

      In transparent systems bodied termless truths,

      The Timeless made accountable to Time

      And valued the incommensurable Supreme.

      To park and hedge the ungrasped infinitudes

      They erected absolute walls of thought and speech

      And made a vacuum to hold the One.

      In their sight they drove towards an empty peak,

      A mighty space of cold and sunlit air.

      To unify their task, excluding life

      Which cannot bear the nakedness of the Vast,

      They made a cipher of a multitude,

      In negation found the meaning of the All

      And in nothingness the absolute positive.

      A single law simplessed the cosmic theme,

      Compressing Nature into a formula;

      Their titan labour made all knowledge one,

      A mental algebra of the Spirit’s ways,

      An abstract of the living Divinity.

      Here the mind’s wisdom stopped; it felt complete;

      For nothing more was left to think or know:

      In a spiritual zero it sat throned

      And took its vast silence for the Ineffable.

      This was the play of the bright gods of Thought.

      Attracting into time the timeless Light,

      Imprisoning eternity in the hours,

      This they have planned, to snare the feet of Truth

      In an aureate net of concept and of phrase

      And keep her captive for the thinker’s joy

      In his little world built of immortal dreams:

      There must she dwell mured in the human mind,

      An empress prisoner in her subject’s house,

      Adored and pure and still on his heart’s throne,

      His splendid property cherished and apart

      In the wall of silence of his secret muse,

      Immaculate in white virginity,

      The same for ever and for ever one,

      His worshipped changeless Goddess through all time.

      Or else, a faithful consort of his mind

      Assenting to his nature and his will,

      She sanctions and inspires his words and acts

      Prolonging their resonance through the listening years,

      Companion and recorder of his march

      Crossing a brilliant tract of thought and life

      Carved out of the eternity of Time.

      A witness to his high triumphant star,

      Her godhead servitor to a crowned Idea,

      He shall dominate by her a prostrate world;

      A warrant for his deeds and his beliefs,

      She attests his right divine to lead and rule.

      Or as a lover clasps his one beloved,

      Godhead of his life’s worship and desire,

      Icon of his heart’s sole idolatry,

      She now is his and must live for him alone:

      She has invaded him with her sudden bliss,

      An exhaustless marvel in his happy grasp,

      An allurement, a caught ravishing miracle.

      Her now he claims after long rapt pursuit,

      The one joy of his body and his soul:

      Inescapable is her divine appeal,

      Her immense possession an undying thrill,

      An intoxication and an ecstasy:

      The passion of her self-revealing moods,

      A heavenly glory and variety,

      Makes ever new her body to his eyes,

      Or else repeats the first enchantment’s touch,

      The luminous rapture of her mystic breasts

      And beautiful vibrant limbs a living field

      Of throbbing new discovery without end.

      A new beginning flowers in word and laugh,

      A new charm brings back the old extreme delight:

      He is lost in her, she is his heaven here.

      Truth smiled upon the gracious golden game.

      Out of her hushed eternal spaces leaned

      The great and boundless Goddess feigned to yield

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