“Then, O King! the God, so saying,Stood, to Pritha's Son displayingAll the splendour, wonder, dreadOf His vast Almighty-head.Out of countless eyes beholding,Out of countless mouths commanding,Countless mystic forms enfoldingIn one Form: supremely standingCountless radiant glories wearing,Countless heavenly weapons bearing,Crowned with garlands of star-clusters,Robed in garb of woven lustres,Breathing from His perfect PresenceBreaths of every subtle essenceOf all heavenly odours; sheddingBlinding brilliance; overspreading-Boundless, beautiful- all spacesWith His all-regarding faces;So He showed! If there should riseSuddenly within the skiesSunburst of a thousand sunsFlooding earth with beams undeemed-of,Then might be that Holy One'sMajesty and radiance dreamed of!””
Quotes by Edwin Arnold
“Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!””
“Ye suffer from yourselves. None else compels, None other holds you that ye live and die,And whirl upon the wheel, and hug and kissIts spokes of agony,Its tire of tears, its nave of nothingness.””
“Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes,Or any searcher know by mortal mind,Veil after veil will lift--but there must be Veil upon veil behind.””
“By Me the whole vast Universe of things Is spread abroad;”
“Fearlessness, singleness of soul, the willAlways to strive for wisdom; opened handAnd governed appetites; and piety,And love of lonely study; humbleness,Uprightness, heed to injure nought which lives,Truthfulness, slowness unto wrath, a mindThat lightly letteth go what others prize;And equanimity, and charityWhich spieth no man's faults; and tendernessTowards all that suffer; a contented heart,Fluttered by no desires; a bearing mild,Modest, and grave, with manhood nobly mixed,With patience, fortitude, and purity;An unrevengeful spirit, never givenTo rate itself too high;--such be the signs,O Indian Prince! of him whose feet are setOn that fair path which leads to heavenly birth! Deceitfulness, and arrogance, and pride,Quickness to anger, harsh and evil speech,And ignorance, to its own darkness blind,--These be the signs, My Prince! of him whose birthIs fated for the regions of the vile.””
