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Man's pains and pains' relief are from within.
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BHAGAVAD-GITA

translated by Sir Edwin Arnold
Chapter 11

 Chapter XI
  • Arjuna. This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee,
  • The unfolding of the Mystery Supreme
  • Named Adhyatman; comprehending which,
  • My darkness is dispelled; for now I know-
  • O Lotus-eyed!- whence is the birth of men,
  • And whence their death, and what the majesties
  • Of Thine immortal rule. Fain would I see,
  • As thou Thyself declar'st it, Sovereign Lord!
  • The likeness of that glory of Thy Form
  • Wholly revealed. O Thou Divinest One!
  • If this can be, if I may bear the sight,
  • Make Thyself visible, Lord of all prayers!
  • Show me Thy very self, the Eternal God!
  • Krishna. Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! I manifest for thee
  • Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery:
  • I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine,
  • My changeful hues, my countless forms. See! in this face of mine,
  • Adityas, Vasus, Rudras, Aswins, and Maruts; see
  • Wonders unnumbered, Indian Prince! revealed to none save thee.
  • Behold! this is the Universe!- Look! what is live and dead
  • I gather all in one- in Me! Gaze, as thy lips have said
  • On GOD, ETERNAL, VERY GOD! See ME! what thou prayest!
  • Thou canst not!- nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest!
  • Therefore I give thee sense divine. Have other eyes, new light!
  • And, look! This is My glory, unveiled to mortal sight!
  • Sanjaya. Then, O King! to God, so saying,
  • Stood, to Pritha's Son displaying
  • All the splendour, wonder, dread
  • Of His vast Almighty-head.
  • Out of countless eyes beholding,
  • Out of countless mouths commanding,
  • Countless mystic forms enfolding
  • In one Form: supremely standing
  • Countless radiant glories wearing,
  • Countless heavenly weapons bearing,
  • Crowned with garlands of star-clusters,
  • Robed in garb of woven lustres,
  • Breathing from His perfect Presence
  • Breaths of every subtle essence
  • Of all heavenly odours; shedding
  • Blinding brilliance; overspreading-
  • Boundless, beautiful- all spaces
  • With His all-regarding faces;
  • So He showed! If there should rise
  • Suddenly within the skies
  • Sunburst of a thousand suns
  • Flooding earth with beams undeemed-of,
  • Then might be that Holy One's
  • Majesty and radiance dreamed of!
  • So did Pandu's Son behold
  • All this universe enfold
  • All its huge diversity
  • Into one vast shape, and be
  • Visible, and viewed, and blended
  • In one Body- subtle, splendid,
  • Nameless- th' All-comprehending
  • God of Gods, the Never-Ending
  • Deity!
  • But, sore amazed,
  • Thrilled, o'erfilled, dazzled, and dazed,
  • Arjuna knelt; and bowed his head,
  • And clasped his palms; and cried, and said:
  • Arjuna. Yea! I have seen! I see!
  • Lord! all is wrapped in Thee!
  • The gods are in Thy glorious frame! the creatures
  • Of earth, and heaven, and hell
  • In Thy Divine form dwell,
  • And in Thy countenance shine all the features
  • Of Brahma, sitting lone
  • Upon His lotus-throne;
  • Of saints and sages, and the serpent races
  • Ananta, Vasuki;
  • Yea! mightiest Lord! I see
  • Thy thousand thousand arms and breasts, and faces,
  • And eyes,- on every side
  • Perfect, diversified;
  • And nowhere end of Thee, nowhere beginning,
  • Nowhere a centre! Shifts-
  • Wherever soul's gaze lifts-
  • Thy central Self, all-wielding, and all-winning!
  • Infinite King! I see
  • The diadem on Thee,
  • The club, the shell, the discus; see Thee burning
  • In beams insufferable,
  • Lighting earth, heaven, and hell
  • With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning
  • Darkness to dazzling day,
  • Look I whichever way;
  • Ah, Lord! I worship Thee, the Undivided,
  • The Uttermost of thought,
  • The Treasure-Palace wrought
  • To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided
  • To shelter Virtue's laws;
  • The Fount whence Life's stream draws
  • All waters of all rivers of all being:
  • The One Unborn, Unending:
  • Unchanging and Unblending!
  • With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing!
  • Silver of moon and gold
  • Of sun are glories rolled
  • From Thy great eyes; Thy visage, beaming tender
  • Throughout the stars and skies,
  • Doth to warm life surprise
  • Thy Universe. The worlds are filled with wonder
  • Of Thy perfections! Space
  • Star-sprinkled, and void place
  • From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound,
  • Hath Thee in every spot,
  • Thee, Thee!- Where Thou art not,
  • O Holy, Marvellous Form! is nowhere found!
  • O Mystic, Awful One!
  • At sight of Thee, made known,
  • The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee;
  • They fold their palms, and bow
  • Body, and breast, and brow,
  • And, whispering worship, laud and magnify Thee!
  • Rishis and Siddhas cry
  • "Hail! Highest Majesty!
  • From sage and singer breaks the hymn of glory
  • In dulcet harmony,
  • Sounding the praise of Thee;
  • While countless companies take up the story,
  • Rudras, who ride the storms,
  • Th' Adityas' shining forms,
  • Vasus and Sadhyas, Viswas, Ushmapas;
  • Maruts, and those great Twins
  • The heavenly, fair, Aswins,
  • Gandharvas, Rakshasas, Siddhas, and Asuras,-
  • These see Thee, and revere
  • In sudden-stricken fear;
  • Yea! the Worlds,- seeing Thee with form stupendous,
  • With faces manifold,
  • With eyes which all behold,
  • Unnumbered eyes, vast arms, members tremendous,
  • Flanks, lit with sun and star,
  • Feet planted near and far,
  • Tushes of terror, mouths wrathful and tender;-
  • The Three wide Worlds before Thee
  • Adore, as I adore Thee,
  • Quake, as I quake, to witness so much splendour!
  • I mark Thee strike the skies
  • With front, in wondrous wise
  • Huge, rainbow-painted, glittering; and thy mouth
  • Opened, and orbs which see
  • All things, whatever be
  • In all Thy worlds, east, west, and north and south.
  • O Eyes of God! O Head!
  • My strength of soul is fled,
  • Gone is heart's force, rebuked is mind's desire!
  • When I behold Thee so,
  • With awful brows a-glow,
  • With burning glance, and lips lighted by fire
  • Fierce as those flames which shall
  • Consume, at close of all,
  • Earth, Heaven! Ah me! I see no Earth and Heaven!
  • Thee, Lord of Lords! I see,
  • Thee only- only Thee!
  • Now let Thy mercy unto me be given,
  • Thou Refuge of the World!
  • Lo! to the cavern hurled
  • Of Thy wide-opened throat, and lips white-tushed,
  • I see our noblest ones,
  • Great Dhritarashtra's sons,
  • Bhishma, Drona, and Karna, caught and crushed!
  • The Kings and Chiefs drawn in,
  • That gaping gorge within;
  • The best of both these armies torn and riven!
  • Between Thy jaws they lie
  • Mangled full bloodily,
  • Ground into dust and death! Like streams down-driven
  • With helpless haste, which go
  • In headlong furious flow
  • Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean,
  • So to that flaming cave
  • Those heroes great and brave
  • Pour, in unending streams, with helpless motion!
  • Like moths which in the night
  • Flutter towards a light,
  • Drawn to their fiery doom, flying and dying,
  • So to their death still throng,
  • Blind, dazzled, borne along
  • Ceaselessly, all those multitudes, wild flying!
  • Thou, that hast fashioned men,
  • Devourest them again,
  • One with another, great and small, alike!
  • The creatures whom Thou mak'st,
  • With flaming jaws Thou tak'st,
  • Lapping them up! Lord God! Thy terrors strike
  • From end to end of earth,
  • Filling life full, from birth
  • To death, with deadly, burning, lurid dread!
  • Ah, Vishnu! make me know
  • Why is Thy visage so?
  • Who art Thou, feasting thus upon Thy dead?
  • Who? awful Deity!
  • I bow myself to Thee,
  • Namostu Te, Devavara! Prasid!
  • O Mightiest Lord! rehearse
  • Why hast Thou face so fierce?
  • Whence doth this aspect horrible proceed?
  • Krishna. Thou seest Me as Time who kills,
  • Time who brings all to doom,
  • The Slayer Time, Ancient of Days, come hither to consume;
  • Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed,
  • There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! Dismayed
  • No longer be! Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes!
  • Fight for the kingdom waiting thee when thou hast vanquished those.
  • By Me they fall- not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now,
  • Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou!
  • Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death
  • On Karna, Jyadratha; stay all their warlike breath!
  • 'Tis I who bid them perish! Thou wilt but slay the slain;
  • Fight! they must fall, and thou must live, victor upon this plain!
  • Sanjaya. Hearing mighty Keshav's word,
  • Trembling that helmed Lord
  • Clasped his lifted palms, and- praying
  • Grace of Krishna- stood there, saying,
  • With bowed brow and accents broken,
  • These words, timorously spoken:
  • Arjuna. Worthily, Lord of Might!
  • The whole world hath delight
  • In Thy surpassing power, obeying Thee;
  • The Rakshasas, in dread
  • At sight of Thee, are sped
  • To all four quarters; and the company
  • Of Siddhas sound Thy name.
  • How should they not proclaim
  • Thy Majesties, Divinest, Mightiest?
  • Thou Brahm, than Brahma greater!
  • Thou Infinite Creator!
  • Thou God of gods, Life's Dwelling-place and Rest.
  • Thou, of all souls the Soul!
  • The Comprehending Whole!
  • Of being formed, and formless being the Framer;
  • O Utmost One! O Lord!
  • Older than eld, Who stored
  • The worlds with wealth of life! O Treasure-Claimer,
  • Who wottest all, and art
  • Wisdom Thyself! O Part
  • In all, and All; for all from Thee have risen
  • Numberless now I see
  • The aspects are of Thee!
  • Vayu Thou art, and He who keeps the prison
  • Of Narak, Yama dark;
  • And Agni's shining spark;
  • Varuna's waves are Thy waves. Moon and starlight
  • Are Thine! Prajapati
  • Art Thou, and 'tis to Thee
  • They knelt in worshipping the old world's far light,
  • The first of mortal men.
  • Again, Thou God! again
  • A thousand thousand times be magnified!
  • Honour and worship be-
  • Glory and praise,- to Thee
  • Namo, Namaste, cried on every side;
  • Cried here, above, below,
  • Uttered when Thou dost go,
  • Uttered where Thou dost come! Namo! we call;
  • Namostu! God adored!
  • Namostu! Nameless Lord
  • Hail to Thee! Praise to Thee Thou One in all;
  • For Thou art All! Yea, Thou!
  • Ah! if in anger now
  • Thou shouldst remember I did think Thee Friend,
  • Speaking with easy speech,
  • As men use each to each;
  • Did call Thee "Krishna," "Prince," nor comprehend
  • Thy hidden majesty,
  • The might, the awe of Thee;
  • Did, in my heedlessness, or in my love,
  • On journey, or in jest,
  • Or when we lay at rest,
  • Sitting at council, straying in the grove,
  • Alone, or in the throng,
  • Do Thee, most Holy! wrong,
  • Be Thy grace granted for that witless sin
  • For Thou art, now I know,
  • Father of all below,
  • Of all above, of all the worlds within
  • Guru of Gurus; more
  • To reverence and adore
  • Than all which is adorable and high!
  • How, in the wide worlds three
  • Should any equal be?
  • Should any other share Thy Majesty?
  • Therefore, with body bent
  • And reverent intent,
  • I praise, and serve, and seek Thee, asking grace.
  • As father to a son,
  • As friend to friend, as one
  • Who loveth to his lover, turn Thy face
  • In gentleness on me!
  • Good is it I did see
  • This unknown marvel of Thy Form! But fear
  • Mingles with joy! Retake,
  • Dear Lord! for pity's sake
  • Thine earthly shape, which earthly eyes may bear!
  • Be merciful, and show
  • The visage that I know;
  • Let me regard Thee, as of yore, arrayed
  • With disc and forehead-gem,
  • With mace and anadem,
  • Thou that sustainest all things! Undismayed
  • Let me once more behold
  • The form I loved of old,
  • Thou of the thousand arms and countless eyes!
  • This frightened heart is fain
  • To see restored again
  • My Charioteer, in Krishna's kind disguise.
  • Krishna. Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well,
  • The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell,
  • Shining, and wonderful, and majestic, manifold,
  • Which none save thou in all the years had favour to behold;
  • For not by Vedas cometh this, nor sacrifice, nor alms,
  • Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chanted psalms,
  • That mortal eyes should bear to view the Immortal Soul unclad,
  • Prince of the Kurus! This was kept for thee alone! Be glad!
  • Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen
  • My terror with My glory. As I before have been
  • So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold!
  • Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old!
  • Sanjaya. These words to Arjuna spake
  • Vasudev, and straight did take
  • Back again the semblance dear
  • Of the well-loved charioteer;
  • Peace and joy it did restore
  • When the Prince beheld once more
  • Mighty BRAHMA'S form and face
  • Clothed in Krishna's gentle grace.
  • Arjuna. Now that I see come back, Janardana!
  • This friendly human frame, my mind can think
  • Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again!
  • Krishna. Yea! it was wonderful and terrible
  • To view me as thou didst, dear Prince! The gods
  • Dread and desire continually to view!
  • Yet not by Vedas, nor from sacrifice,
  • Nor penance, nor gift-giving, nor with prayer
  • Shall any so behold, as thou hast seen!
  • Only by fullest service, perfect faith,
  • And uttermost surrender am I known
  • And seen, and entered into, Indian Prince!
  • Who doeth all for Me; who findeth Me
  • In all; adoreth always; loveth all
  • Which I have made, and Me, for Love's sole end,
  • That man, Arjuna! unto Me doth wend.
  • HERE ENDETH Chapter XI OF THE BHAGAVAD-GITA, Entitled "Viswarupadarsanam," Or "The Book of the Manifesting of the One and Manifold."
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