Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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nothing is truly vain the One has made:

      In our defeated hearts God’s strength survives

      And victory’s star still lights our desperate road;

      Our death is made a passage to new worlds.

      This to Life’s music gives its anthem swell.

      To all she lends the glory of her voice;

      Heaven’s raptures whisper to her heart and pass,

      Earth’s transient yearnings cry from her lips and fade.

      Alone the God-given hymn escapes her art

      That came with her from her spiritual home

      But stopped half-way and failed, a silent word

      Awake in some deep pause of waiting worlds,

      A murmur suspended in eternity’s hush:

      But no breath comes from the supernal peace:

      A sumptuous interlude occupies the ear

      And the heart listens and the soul consents;

      An evanescent music it repeats

      Wasting on transience Time’s eternity.

      A tremolo of the voices of the hours

      Oblivious screens the high intended theme

      The self-embodying spirit came to play

      On the vast clavichord of Nature-Force.

      Only a mighty murmur here and there

      Of the eternal Word, the blissful Voice

      Or Beauty’s touch transfiguring heart and sense,

      A wandering splendour and a mystic cry,

      Recalls the strength and sweetness heard no more.

      Here is the gap, here stops or sinks life’s force;

      This deficit paupers the magician’s skill:

      This want makes all the rest seem thin and bare.

      A half-sight draws the horizon of her acts:

      Her depths remember what she came to do,

      But the mind has forgotten or the heart mistakes:

      In Nature’s endless lines is lost the God.

      In knowledge to sum up omniscience,

      In action to erect the Omnipotent,

      To create her Creator here was her heart’s conceit,

      To invade the cosmic scene with utter God.

      Toiling to transform the still far Absolute

      Into an all-fulfilling epiphany,

      Into an utterance of the Ineffable,

      She would bring the glory here of the Absolute’s force,

      Change poise into creation’s rhythmic swing,

      Marry with a sky of calm a sea of bliss.

      A fire to call eternity into Time,

      Make body’s joy as vivid as the soul’s,

      Earth she would lift to neighbourhood with heaven,

      Labours life to equate with the Supreme

      And reconcile the Eternal and the Abyss.

      Her pragmatism of the transcendent Truth

      Fills silence with the voices of the gods,

      But in the cry the single Voice is lost.

      For Nature’s vision climbs beyond her acts.

      A life of gods in heaven she sees above,

      A demigod emerging from an ape

      Is all she can in our mortal element.

      Here the half-god, the half-titan are her peak:

      This greater life wavers twixt earth and sky.

      A poignant paradox pursues her dreams:

      Her hooded energy moves an ignorant world

      To look for a joy her own strong clasp puts off:

      In her embrace it cannot turn to its source.

      Immense her power, endless her act’s vast drive,

      Astray is its significance and lost.

      Although she carries in her secret breast

      The law and journeying curve of all things born

      Her knowledge partial seems, her purpose small;

      On a soil of yearning tread her sumptuous hours.

      A leaden Nescience weighs the wings of Thought,

      Her power oppresses the being with its garbs,

      Her actions prison its immortal gaze.

      A sense of limit haunts her masteries

      And nowhere is assured content or peace:

      For all the depth and beauty of her work

      A wisdom lacks that sets the spirit free.

      An old and faded charm had now her face

      And palled for him her quick and curious lore;

      His wide soul asked a deeper joy than hers.

      Out of her daedal lines he sought escape;

      But neither gate of horn nor ivory

      He found nor postern of spiritual sight,

      There was no issue from that dreamlike space.

      Our being must move eternally through Time;

      Death helps us not, vain is the hope to cease;

      A secret Will compels us to endure.

      Our life’s repose is in the Infinite;

      It cannot end, its end is Life supreme.

      Death

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