Post by Yogavatar सौन्दर्य on Mar 3, 2024 7:43:32 GMT
Arjuna said:
Beloved Lord,
Adored of gods!
Behold,
Thy body holds
All fleshly tenants, seers fine,
And diverse angel-gods divine.
Dwelling deep in mystery cave,
The Serpent Nature’s forceful crave,
2
Though fierce and subtle, now is tame,
Forgetful of her deadly game;
And Sovran Brahma, God of gods,
On lotus seat is snug secured.
Great Cosmic-Bodied Lord of worlds,
Oh, I behold, again behold
Thee all and everywhere,
Thy countless arms, trunks, mouths, and eyes!
Yet drooping, dark, my knowledge lies
About Thy birth and reign and ending here.
This day,
O Blazing, Furious Flame,
O Blinding Ray,
Thy focused power’s aglow: Thy Name
3
Spreads everywhere
To dark’st abysmal lair.
Gilded with a crown of stars
And wielding mace of sovereign power,
Thou whirlest forth, O Burning Phoebus,
Thine evolution’s circling discus.
Immortal Brahma, all Supreme,
Thou Cosmic Shelter, Wisdom’s Theme,
Eternal Dharma’s Guardian true,
Thou diest not I ever knew!
O Birthless, Fleshless, Deathless One,
I see Thine endless, working arms,
Thine ever-watching eyes
Of suns and moons, the staring skies;
And from Thy mouth spumes throbbing flame,
4
As utterest Thou the Aum, Thy Cosmic Name.
Thy Self-born luster shields from harm,
And all creation, distance-flung, doth warm.
O Sovereign Soul! ’twixt earth and home of gods,
Directions all, and earthly sods,
All high abodes and all encircling spheres,
By Thee pervaded, far and near.
The worlds-triune awestruck by fear,
Thy dreadful wondrous form adore.
In Thee the gods their entry make;
With folded hands, afraid, some pray to shelter take
In Thee. The seers great, and heaven’s-path successful ones,
With superb chants of “Peace!” do worship Thee and Thee alone.
Th’ eleven lamps of heaven;
The twelve bright suns;
The grizzly eight,
The starry lusters great;
Aspiring hermits; patron gods,
The agents of the cosmic lords;
The twin-born princes strong,
Of valor known so long;
Two-score and nine noil breezes’ force,
That binds the atom close;
The long-passed guardian spirits all;
The demigoblins, demigods, and demons tall;
And mighty ones in Spirit’s path,
5
In wonder gaze upon Thy blazoned worth.
I Thee behold, Colossal-Armed!
With starry eyes and countless cheeks,
With endless hands, and legs adorned with lotus feet.
Thy chasmed mouth with doomsday’s teeth
Doth yawn to swallow swooning worlds above, beneath,
And leaves a distilled joyous awe in me:
Thy grandeur I and all are wonder-struck to see!
To view the bowels of the void deep all filled with Thee—
Thy gaping mouth and diverse hues of fiery lustrous body—
O Vishnu of the flaming sight,
Thou quite o’erpowerest me, my peace dost fright.
Ferocious teeth and vine fires do howl
In mouths of Thine that at me scowl.
Directions four are lost and gone;
Compassion show! I find no peace alone;
O Cosmic Guardian, Lord of gods,
Be pleased t’accept my humble pleading words.
The sons of senses swayed with kingly pride,
With ego, karmic habit, worldly lure, abide
And wait to leap upon our wisdom’s chiefs;
6
And yet they all do ride
The race of death, to fall and hide
Fore’er in Thy devouring mouth,
Adorned with crushing cruel teeth uncouth.
The victor and the vanquished must
(Thine offspring both, the righteous and ungodly ones)
Thy love still claim; yet all some day shall kiss the dust,
And sleep on common floor of earth.
The shattered skulls of some are seen,
As caught Thy greedy teeth between.
As diverse, restless, watery waves
Of river branches all do crave
To force through crowded wavelets’ way
And meet where Neptune’s home long lay,
E’en so, heroic streams of life
Do plunge to meet in maddest strife
Within Thy foaming mouth of flaming sea,
Where sparks of lives all dance in Thee.
As insects lost in beauty’s game
All swiftly, thoughtless, rush to flame,
So fog-born passion’s fires pretend
To glow like heavenly light of Thine,
And draw on mortals to attend
The trumpet call to deathly line.
Thy mouth ablaze
Doth bring to gaze
Its leaping tongues to lick
The angry blood of strong and weak;
Thou, Gourmand God, dost eat
With hunger infinite.
O Vishnu, Thou dost scorch
The worlds with all-pervading fiery torch.
Be pleased, O First of gods;
I ache to know, Primeval Lord,
True who Thou art—O Fiery Mood,
Yet so benign and good.
Oh, tell to me Thy Royal Will;
For it I know not still.
The Blessed Lord then said:
In guise of Endless Doom
I come as avaricious Time to seize and room
In burning maw
Of Mine the weaklings’ awe,
And all the mortal meat
Of weary worlds of deathly change, and treat
Them with My nectar-life
To new and fearless, better strife.
E’en if thou dost forbear to slay
Thy wicked foes, still they—and warriors all in brave array—
Will sure and certain timely have to fall,
Ah, in My righteous teeth-of-law, withal.
Arise, awake! Arise, awake!
Dash thou upon the foe, the flesh a captive make;
7
And win the victor’s fame
With battle-hunted game;
Wealth of the King
Of Peace, and heaven’s kingdom, bring!
I know right now the happenings all
That mystic future forth doth call;
And thus thy foes and warriors true,
Long, long ago I slew,
Ere shalt thine agent-hand
(That I would wield to land
Thy foes on death’s dim shore). Now understand!
My agent thou;
Oh, this is how
I work My plans—the universe—
Through instruments diverse;
’Tis I who ennobled and yet will ennoble the senses’ train
8
Through thee, as through both past and future ones,
My soldiers sane!
Bhagavad Gta Chapter XI by Paramanahsa Yogananda
Beloved Lord,
Adored of gods!
Behold,
Thy body holds
All fleshly tenants, seers fine,
And diverse angel-gods divine.
Dwelling deep in mystery cave,
The Serpent Nature’s forceful crave,
2
Though fierce and subtle, now is tame,
Forgetful of her deadly game;
And Sovran Brahma, God of gods,
On lotus seat is snug secured.
Great Cosmic-Bodied Lord of worlds,
Oh, I behold, again behold
Thee all and everywhere,
Thy countless arms, trunks, mouths, and eyes!
Yet drooping, dark, my knowledge lies
About Thy birth and reign and ending here.
This day,
O Blazing, Furious Flame,
O Blinding Ray,
Thy focused power’s aglow: Thy Name
3
Spreads everywhere
To dark’st abysmal lair.
Gilded with a crown of stars
And wielding mace of sovereign power,
Thou whirlest forth, O Burning Phoebus,
Thine evolution’s circling discus.
Immortal Brahma, all Supreme,
Thou Cosmic Shelter, Wisdom’s Theme,
Eternal Dharma’s Guardian true,
Thou diest not I ever knew!
O Birthless, Fleshless, Deathless One,
I see Thine endless, working arms,
Thine ever-watching eyes
Of suns and moons, the staring skies;
And from Thy mouth spumes throbbing flame,
4
As utterest Thou the Aum, Thy Cosmic Name.
Thy Self-born luster shields from harm,
And all creation, distance-flung, doth warm.
O Sovereign Soul! ’twixt earth and home of gods,
Directions all, and earthly sods,
All high abodes and all encircling spheres,
By Thee pervaded, far and near.
The worlds-triune awestruck by fear,
Thy dreadful wondrous form adore.
In Thee the gods their entry make;
With folded hands, afraid, some pray to shelter take
In Thee. The seers great, and heaven’s-path successful ones,
With superb chants of “Peace!” do worship Thee and Thee alone.
Th’ eleven lamps of heaven;
The twelve bright suns;
The grizzly eight,
The starry lusters great;
Aspiring hermits; patron gods,
The agents of the cosmic lords;
The twin-born princes strong,
Of valor known so long;
Two-score and nine noil breezes’ force,
That binds the atom close;
The long-passed guardian spirits all;
The demigoblins, demigods, and demons tall;
And mighty ones in Spirit’s path,
5
In wonder gaze upon Thy blazoned worth.
I Thee behold, Colossal-Armed!
With starry eyes and countless cheeks,
With endless hands, and legs adorned with lotus feet.
Thy chasmed mouth with doomsday’s teeth
Doth yawn to swallow swooning worlds above, beneath,
And leaves a distilled joyous awe in me:
Thy grandeur I and all are wonder-struck to see!
To view the bowels of the void deep all filled with Thee—
Thy gaping mouth and diverse hues of fiery lustrous body—
O Vishnu of the flaming sight,
Thou quite o’erpowerest me, my peace dost fright.
Ferocious teeth and vine fires do howl
In mouths of Thine that at me scowl.
Directions four are lost and gone;
Compassion show! I find no peace alone;
O Cosmic Guardian, Lord of gods,
Be pleased t’accept my humble pleading words.
The sons of senses swayed with kingly pride,
With ego, karmic habit, worldly lure, abide
And wait to leap upon our wisdom’s chiefs;
6
And yet they all do ride
The race of death, to fall and hide
Fore’er in Thy devouring mouth,
Adorned with crushing cruel teeth uncouth.
The victor and the vanquished must
(Thine offspring both, the righteous and ungodly ones)
Thy love still claim; yet all some day shall kiss the dust,
And sleep on common floor of earth.
The shattered skulls of some are seen,
As caught Thy greedy teeth between.
As diverse, restless, watery waves
Of river branches all do crave
To force through crowded wavelets’ way
And meet where Neptune’s home long lay,
E’en so, heroic streams of life
Do plunge to meet in maddest strife
Within Thy foaming mouth of flaming sea,
Where sparks of lives all dance in Thee.
As insects lost in beauty’s game
All swiftly, thoughtless, rush to flame,
So fog-born passion’s fires pretend
To glow like heavenly light of Thine,
And draw on mortals to attend
The trumpet call to deathly line.
Thy mouth ablaze
Doth bring to gaze
Its leaping tongues to lick
The angry blood of strong and weak;
Thou, Gourmand God, dost eat
With hunger infinite.
O Vishnu, Thou dost scorch
The worlds with all-pervading fiery torch.
Be pleased, O First of gods;
I ache to know, Primeval Lord,
True who Thou art—O Fiery Mood,
Yet so benign and good.
Oh, tell to me Thy Royal Will;
For it I know not still.
The Blessed Lord then said:
In guise of Endless Doom
I come as avaricious Time to seize and room
In burning maw
Of Mine the weaklings’ awe,
And all the mortal meat
Of weary worlds of deathly change, and treat
Them with My nectar-life
To new and fearless, better strife.
E’en if thou dost forbear to slay
Thy wicked foes, still they—and warriors all in brave array—
Will sure and certain timely have to fall,
Ah, in My righteous teeth-of-law, withal.
Arise, awake! Arise, awake!
Dash thou upon the foe, the flesh a captive make;
7
And win the victor’s fame
With battle-hunted game;
Wealth of the King
Of Peace, and heaven’s kingdom, bring!
I know right now the happenings all
That mystic future forth doth call;
And thus thy foes and warriors true,
Long, long ago I slew,
Ere shalt thine agent-hand
(That I would wield to land
Thy foes on death’s dim shore). Now understand!
My agent thou;
Oh, this is how
I work My plans—the universe—
Through instruments diverse;
’Tis I who ennobled and yet will ennoble the senses’ train
8
Through thee, as through both past and future ones,
My soldiers sane!
Bhagavad Gta Chapter XI by Paramanahsa Yogananda