Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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glory and all divinity

      Were here collected in a single form;

      All worshipped eyes looked through his from one face;

      He bore all godheads in his grandiose limbs.

      An oceanic spirit dwelt within;

      Intolerant and invincible in joy

      A flood of freedom and transcendent bliss

      Into immortal lines of beauty rose.

      In him the fourfold Being bore its crown

      That wears the mystery of a nameless Name,

      The universe writing its tremendous sense

      In the inexhaustible meaning of a word.

      In him the architect of the visible world,

      At once the art and artist of his works,

      Spirit and seer and thinker of things seen,

      Virat, who lights his camp-fires in the suns

      And the star-entangled ether is his hold,

      Expressed himself with Matter for his speech:

      Objects are his letters, forces are his words,

      Events are the crowded history of his life,

      And sea and land are the pages for his tale.

      Matter is his means and his spiritual sign;

      He hangs the thought upon a lash’s lift,

      In the current of the blood makes flow the soul.

      His is the dumb will of atom and of clod;

      A Will that without sense or motive acts,

      An Intelligence needing not to think or plan,

      The world creates itself invincibly;

      For its body is the body of the Lord

      And in its heart stands Virat, King of Kings.

      In him shadows his form the Golden Child

      Who in the Sun-capped Vast cradles his birth:

      Hiranyagarbha, author of thoughts and dreams,

      Who sees the invisible and hears the sounds

      That never visited a mortal ear,

      Discoverer of unthought realities

      Truer to Truth than all we have ever known,

      He is the leader on the inner roads;

      A seer, he has entered the forbidden realms;

      A magician with the omnipotent wand of thought,

      He builds the secret uncreated worlds.

      Armed with the golden speech, the diamond eye,

      His is the vision and the prophecy:

      Imagist casting the formless into shape,

      Traveller and hewer of the unseen paths,

      He is the carrier of the hidden fire,

      He is the voice of the Ineffable,

      He is the invisible hunter of the light,

      The Angel of mysterious ecstasies,

      The conqueror of the kingdoms of the soul.

      A third spirit stood behind, their hidden cause,

      A mass of superconscience closed in light,

      Creator of things in his all-knowing sleep.

      All from his stillness came as grows a tree;

      He is our seed and core, our head and base.

      All light is but a flash from his closed eyes:

      An all-wise Truth is mystic in his heart,

      The omniscient Ray is shut behind his lids:

      He is the Wisdom that comes not by thought,

      His wordless silence brings the immortal word.

      He sleeps in the atom and the burning star,

      He sleeps in man and god and beast and stone:

      Because he is there the Inconscient does its work,

      Because he is there the world forgets to die.

      He is the centre of the circle of God,

      He the circumference of Nature’s run.

      His slumber is an Almightiness in things,

      Awake, he is the Eternal and Supreme.

      Above was the brooding bliss of the Infinite,

      Its omniscient and omnipotent repose,

      Its immobile silence absolute and alone.

      All powers were woven in countless concords here.

      The bliss that made the world in his body lived,

      Love and delight were the head of the sweet form.

      In the alluring meshes of their snare

      Recaptured, the proud blissful members held

      All joys outrunners of the panting heart

      And fugitive from life’s outstripped desire.

      Whatever vision has escaped the eye,

      Whatever happiness comes in dream and trance,

      The nectar spilled by love with trembling hands,

      The joy the cup of Nature cannot hold,

      Had crowded to the beauty of his face,

      Were waiting in the honey of his laugh.

      Things hidden by the silence of the hours,

      The ideas that find no voice on living lips,

      The soul’s pregnant meeting with infinity

      Had come to birth in him and taken fire:

      The secret whisper

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