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It is unsafe to ^tse any preparation except tM genuine with our directions. i >. L, THE INDIAN soE"a OF so'Na& ,/ BY EDWIN ARNOLD, C. S. I. AUTHOR OP " TJie Light of Asm,"' " Pearls of the Faith,'' etc. NEW YORK JOHN W. LOVELL COMPANY 14 AND 16 Vesey Street TROW'3 PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANT, NEW YORK. THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS, PREFACE. Beautiful flowers please, whatever their name and country; and so far as any brightness or fragrance may liave been preserved from the Aryan original in this paraplirase, it will no doubt be recognized by the reader of intelligence. Yet being so exotic, the poem demands a word or two of introduction. The "Gita Govinda," then, or "Song of Govind," is a Sanskrit idyl, or little pastoral drama, in which— under the form of Krishna, an incarnation of the god Vishnoo — the human soul is displayed in its re- lations alternately with earthly and celestial beauty. Krishna — at once human and divine — is first seen at- tracted by the pleasures of the senses (personified by the shepherdesses in the wood), and wasting his affec- tions upon the delights of their illusory world. Radha, the spirit of intellectual and moral beauty, comes to free him from this error by enkindling in his heart a desire for her own surpassing loveliness of form and character; and under the parable of a human passion — too glow- ingly depicted by the Indian poet for exact transcription — the gradual emancipation of Krishna from sensuous distractions, and his union with Radha in a high and spiritualized happiness, are portrayed. This general in- terpretation, at any rate, though disputed by certain au- 4 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. thorities, is maintained by Jones, Lassen, and others; and has been followed, not without occasional diffi- culty, in the subjoined version. Lassen thus writes in his Latin prolegomena: "To speak my opinion in one word, Krishna is here the divinely-given soul manifested in humanity. . . . The recollection of this celestial origin abides deep in the mind, and even when it seems to slumber — drugged as it were by the fair shows of the world, the pleasures of visible things, and the intoxication of the senses — it now and again awakes, . . . full of yearning to recover the sweet serenity of its pristine condition. Then the soul be- gins to discriminate and to perceive that the love, which was its inmost principle, has been lavished on empty and futile objects; it grows a- wearied of things sensual, false, and uuenduring; it longs to fix its affection on that which shall be stable, and the source of true and eternal delight. Krishna — to use the imagery of this poem — thrones Radha in his heart, as the sole and only one who can really satisfy his aspirations. . . . "Radha is supreme in beauty, with a loveliness which is at once celestial, and yet enshrined in earthly mould. Her charms lift the mind to heavenly contemplations, and the God of Love, Kama, borrows his best weapons from them. She is forgiving and pitiful even towards her erring and lingering lover; she would meet him in returning if she could ; she grieves more than she blames; and once reconciled, is beyond measure tender. . . . The remedy for the illusions of sense — sansdra — is placed by all Hindoo philosophers in the understanding of true existence, and Radha, in my judgment, represents this remedy — being the personified contemplation of the divine beauty and goodness. . . . Such contemplation flies from and disowns the mind possessed by sensual THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 3 objects, but goes to meet and gladly inhabit that which cousecrates itself, as Krishna's does, to the higher love. ... It bewails its separation from tlie soul, as that which was its natural dwelling-place before the change- ful shows of mortal life banished it; and this is the mys- tery of mutual attraction between the mind and mental beauty, that the memory of the divine happiness does not die, but is revived by the recognition of truth, and returns to the perception of what things in love are worthless, and what are real and worthy. The affec- tion of liadha is jealous, and grants not the full sight of her charms, until the soul of its own accord abandons its preoccupations, and becomes filled with the desire of the true love. But upon the soul thus returning she lavishes her utmost tenderness; whereof to be the re- cipient is to have all wishes fulfilled and nothing lack- ing—to be tripta — 'well-contented.' Such, in my opin- ion, is the recondite significance of this poem, hidden under imagery but too luxuriant. The Indian poet seems, indeed, to have spent rather more labor in de- picting the phases of earthly passion than of that intel- lectual yearning by which the mind is lifted to the con- templation of divine things; . . . but the fable of the loves of Govinda and Kadha existing from antiquity, and being universally accepted, philosophy had to affix its doctrines to the story in such a way as that the vul- gar amours of those popular deities might present them- selves in a nobler aspect. " Nothing in the way of exposition needs to be added to these words. The great variety of measure in the original has been indicated by frequently varying the metre of this para- phrase, without meanwhile attempting to imitate the many very fanciful alliterations, assonances, and recur- 6 TUE ELZEVin LIBRARY. ring choruses; of wliich last, however, two examplea have been introduced. Tlie " Gita Govinda," with these refrains and the musical accompaniments named and prescribed by the directions embodied in the text, must have been a species of Oriental opera. This raises the difficult and little-studied subject of ancient Hindoo music, upon which a passing word or two may not ap- pear impertinent. Sir William Jones says, " When I first read the songs of Jayadeva, who has prefixed to each the name of the mode in which it was to be sung, I had hopes of procuring the original music; but the Pundits of the South referred me to those of the West, and the Brahmans of the West would have sent me to those of the North, while they of Nepal and Cashmere declared that they had no ancient music, but imagined that the notes of the ' Gita Govinda ' must exist, if any- where, where the poet was born " (Sir W. Jones, vol. i. p. 440). Now the reason why this illustrious scholar could not find the score of the " Gita," was that music was always taught orally by the Hindoos, and therefore did not pass down from the old minstrels in any noted form. Yet there existed an elaborate science of melody among the ancient Indians; although, like the Greeks, the}'- under- stood little or nothing of harmony. The distinguishing feature of Hindoo airs was, and still is, an extremely fine gradation of notes; the semitone could be accurately divided into demi-semitones by the ear and voice of a practised "Gundharb" or "Goonee." This even now imparts a delicacy to the otherwise monotonous temple- singing, which all musicians would recognize; and they might find in such treatises as the " Sungeet Durpun," "I\agavibodha,"and "Rag mala," or " Chaplet of Mel- odies," complete and curious explanations of the Hindoo THE INDIAN SONG OF 80N0S. 7 orchestra. In that fantastic system the old Aryan com- posers established six ragas, or divine fundamental airs, having- eacli five wives or raginees, and each of these producing eight melodious children; so that the ortho- dox repertory contained two hundred and forty separate songs. These songs had tiieir fixed occasion, subject, and season; all to be reverently observed; otherwise the deity presiding over each was not thought likely to at- tend and give perfect effect to the music. These lyric divinities are personified and described in such works as the "Ratnamala:" thus "Gurjjari" — a melody fre- quently indicated here by Jayadeva — is represented as a feminine minstrel of engaging mien, dressed in yellow bodice and red saree, richly bedecked with jewels and enthroned in a golden swing, as the third wife of the Raga MegTi. Musical science was divided into seven branches — Surudhyaya or sol-fa-ing, rag or melody, tal or time, nrit or rhythmical dancing, aurth or poetry, bhav or expression, and Jmsi, answering to method, "touch." The gamut contained seven notes singularly named — 8u was survj, the scream of the peacock; ri was rikhub, the cry of the parrot; gu was gundhur, the bleat of the sheep; mu was muddhun, the call of the crane ; pu stood for pimchum, and the note of the Ko'il ; dim for dJiyvut, the neigh of the horse; and ni fovni- Mad, the trumpeting of the elephant. Endless subtle- ties characterized their musical terms — thus tal or "time," is a word made up of the first letters from tand, the dance of Mahadeo, and las, the dance of Par- vati, his consort; but these are mere etymological nice- ties, characteristic of the hard language in which one single word may be written in a hundred and eight ways. Enough has been said to show, from sources which are perhaps somewhat out of general reach, that B; THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. a special accompaniment of music was prescribed foi the "Gita Govinda" when composed, which, could it be recovered, would add immensely to the interest of the Sanskrit Canticle; and indeed, even at present, any competent inquirer into the existing melodies of India, popular and sacred, might be rewarded by many ex- quisite airs worth the ear of European maestri them- selves. The Indians of to-day have still their dhoorpuds, or heroic ballads; their Icheals, ghuzuls, and rekldahs, love-songs of Mogul derivation; Xhoitdadras and nuktas, serenades of Hindoo origin; the tuppah, hummed by Hindi and Punjabi camel-drivers; the terana, or "song without words;" the palna, or cradle- song; the sohla, or marriage-strain; the stooti, or eulogistic chants; and the zikri, which are hymns of morality. Probably among these some echoes of the antique melodies of Jayadeva may be preserved; at any rate, such a list — and it might be largely extended — shows that Indian music well mer- its professional stud}'". Jayadeva, a native of Kinduvilva or Kendoli, in Burdwan or Tirhoot (for the locality is doubtful), wrote, according to Lassen, about 1150 a.d. The theme of the Indian poet's musical mystery-play is found in the tenth section of the Bhagavata, but Hin- doo literature and daily talk are full of this half-divine, half -human Krishna; and in turning into a religious canticle the loves of "Govinda" and Radha, Jayadeva might be sure that every native audience, present and to come, would understand his matter. The " Gita " ia to this hour very popular in India; but more so, doubt- less, because of its melodious versification and its ardent love-pictures than the profound and earnest meanings, for the sake of which this imperfect attempt has been hazarded. Extremely imperfect it is, and for exact THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 9 Sanskrit scholars (among whose honorable number the Author has very slender claims to rank) of no account at all; yet something, however slight, may perhaps be done towards the closer acquaintance of England and India — an object always dear to the present writer — by this his second effort to popularize Indian classics. With the aid of Lassen (to whose labors and erudite guidance every grateful acknowledgment is here due) this "Song of Songs"' goes, for the most part, fairly pace for pace with the Sanskrit text; although much has had to be modified, and the last Sarga omitted, in order to comply with the canons of Western propriety. An English dress cannot— alas!— fail to destroy some- thing of the Asiatic grace of Radha; but in her own she is radiant, fascinating, and angelic, and seemed to teach; a lesson so well worth repeating, that this imitation of Jayadeva has been ventured upon. 10 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY, INTRODUCTION, OM! REVERENCE TO GANESHAl The sky is clouded; and the wood resembles The sky, thick-arched with black Tamala boughs; O Radha, Radha! take this soul that trembles In life's deep midnight, to Thy golden house." So Nanda spoke, — and, led by Radha's spirit, The feet of Krishna found the road aright; Wherefore in bliss which ^11 high hearts inherit Together taste they Love's divine delight. He wlio wrote these tilings for thee, Of tlie Son of Wassoodee, Was the poet Jayadeva; Him Saraswati gave ever Fancies fair his mind to throng. Like pictures palace-walls along; Ever to his notes of love Lakshmi's mystic dancers move. If thy spirit seeks to brood On Hari glorious, Hari good; If it feeds on solemn nunibers' Dim as dreams and soft as durnbers, Lend thine ear to Jayadei\ Lord of all the spells that save THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 11 Umapatidhara's strain Glows like roses after rain; Sharan's stream-like song is grand, If lis tide ye understand; Bard more wise beneath the sun Is not found ihan Govardhun; Dhoyi holds the listener still With his shlokes of subtle skill; But for sweet words suited well Jayadexa doth excel. {What follows is to the Music Malava and the Mode RUPAKA.) HYMN TO VISHNU. O THOU that held'st the blessed Yeda dry When all things else beneath the floods were hurled; Strong- Fish-God! Ark of Men! Jai! Jlari, jaif Hail, Keshav, hail! thou Master of the world! The round world rested on thy spacious nape; Upon thy neck, like a mere mole, it stood : O thou that took'st for us the Tortoise-shape, Hail, Keshav, hail! Ruler of wave and wood! The world upon thy curving tusk sate sure, Like the Moon's dark disc in her crescent pale; O thou who did'st for us assume the Boar, Immortal Conqueror! hail, Keshav, hail! When thou thy Giant-Foe didst seize and rend, ^ Fierce, fearful, long, and sharp were fang and nail; Thou who the Lion and the Man didst blend, Lord of the Universe ! hail, Narsingh, hail ! 12 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. Wonderful Dwarf! — who with a threefold stride Cheated King Bali — where thy footsteps fall Men's sins, O Wamuna! are set aside. O Keshav, hail ! thou Help and Hope of all \ The sins of this sad earth thou didst assoil, The anguish of its creatures thou didst heal; Freed are we from all terrors by thy toil: Hail, Purshuram, hail! Lord of the biting steell To thee the fell Ten -Headed yielded life. Thou in dread battle laid'st the monster low! Ah, Rama! dear to Gods and men that strife; We praise thee, Master of the matchless bow ! With clouds for garments glorious thou dost fare. Veiling thy dazzling majesty and might, As when Yamuna saw thee with the share, A peasant — yet the King of Day and Night. Merciful-hearted ! when thou earnest as Boodh — Albeit 'twas written in the Scriptures so — Thou bad'st our altars be no more imbrued With blood of victims: Keshav 1 bending low We praise thee, Wielder of the sweeping sAvord, Brilliant as curving comets in the gloom, Whose edge shall smite the fierce barbarian horde; Hail to thee, Keshav! hail, and hear, and come, And fill this song of Jayadev with thee. And make it wise to teach, strong to redeem, And sweet to living souls. Thou Mystery! %Thou Light of Life! Thou Dawn beyond the dream! Fish! that didst outswira the flood; Tortoise! whereon earth hath stood; THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 13 Boar! who with thy tush held'st high The world, that mortals might not die; Lion! who hast giants torn; Dwarf! who laugh'dst a king to scorn; Sole Subduer of the Dreaded! Slayer of the many-headed! Mighty Ploughman! Teacher tender I Of thine own the sure Defender! Under all tliy ten disguises Endless praise to thee arises. {WJiat follows is to the Music Guiujari and ilie Mode NlHSARA.) Endless praise arises, O thou God that liest Rapt, on Kumla's breast, Happiest, holiest, highest! Planets are thy jewels, Stars thy forehead-gems, Set like sapphires gleaming In kiugliest anadems; Even the great gold Sun-God, Blazing through the sky, Serves thee but for crest-stone, Jai, jai ! Had, jai ! As that Lord of day After night brings morrow, Thou dost charm away Life's long dream of sorrow. As on Mansa's water Brood the swans at rest, So thy laws sit stately On a holy breast. 14 TEE ELZEVIR LIBRARY, O, Drinker of the poison \ Ah, high Delight of earth I What ligh-t is to the lotus-buds. What singing is to mirth. Art thou — art thou that slayedst Madhou and Narak grim ; That ridest on the King of Birds, Making all glories dim. With ej^es like open lotus-flowers. Bright in the morning rain. Freeing by one swift piteous glance The spirit from Life's pain: Of all the three Worlds Treasure ! Of sin the Putter-by I Of the Ten-Headed Victor! Jai Hari ! Hari ! jai ! Thou Shaker of the Mountain ! Thou Shadow of the Storm ! Thou Cloud that unto Lakshmi's face Comes welcome, white, and warm I O thou, — who to great Lakshmi Art like the silvery beam Which moon-sick chakors feed upon By Jumna's silent stream, — To thee this hymn ascendetb. That Jayadev doth sing, Of worship, love, and mystery; High Lord and heavenly King! And unto whoso hears it Do thou a blessing bring — Whose neck is gilt with yellow dust From lilies that did cling Beneath the breasts of Lakshmi, A girdle soft and sweet, THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 15 "When in divine embracing The lips of Gods did meet; And the beating heart above Of thee — Dread Lord of Heaven! — Slie left that stamp of love — By such deep sign be given Prays Jayadev, the glory And the secret and the spells Which close-hid in this story Unto wise ears he tells. End of Introduction. SABGA THE FIRST. SAMODADAMODAEO. THE SPORTS OF KRISHNA. Beautiful Radha, jasmine-bosomed Radha, All in the Spring-time waited by the wood JFor Krishna fair, Krishna the all-forgetful, — Krishna with earthly love's false fire consuming — And some one of her maidens sang this song: — {What follows is to the Music Yasanta and the Mode Yati.) I know where Krishna tarries in these early days of Spring, When every wind from warm Malay brings fragrance on its wing; 16 THE ELZEVIR LIBIIART. Briugs fragrance stolen far away from thickets of the clove, In jungles where the bees hum and the Koil flutes her love; He dances with the dancers, of a merry morrice one, All in the budding Spring-time, for 'tis sad to be alone, I know how Krishna passes these hours of blue and gold. When parted lovers sigh to meet and greet and closely hold Hand fast in hand; and every branch upon the Vakul- tree Droops downward with a hundred blooms, in every bloom a bee ; He is dancing with the dancers to a laughter-moving tone. In the soft awakening Spriug-time, when 'tis hard to live alone. • Where Kroona flowers, that open at a lover's lightest tread, Break, and, for shame at what they hear, from white blush modest red ; And all the spears on all the boughs of all the Ketuk- glades Seem ready darts to pierce the hearts of wandering youths and maids; 'Tis there thy Krishna dances till the merry drum is done, All in the sunny Spring-time, when who can live alone? Where the breaking-forth of blossom on the yellow Kcshra-sprays Dazzles like Kama's sceptre, whom all the world obeys; TEE INDIAN SONG OF SONGJS. n And P^tal-buds fill drowsy bees from pink delicious bowls, As Kama's nectared goblet steeps in languor human souls; There he dauces with the dancers, and of Radha thmk- eth none, All in the warm new Spring-tide, when none will live alone. Where the breath of waving Madhvi pours incense through the grove, And silken Mogras lull the sense with essences of love, — The silken-soft pale Mogra, whose perfume fine and faint Can melt the coldness of a maid, the sternness of ^ saint — There dances with those dancers thine other self, thine Own, All in the languorous Spring-time, when none will live alone, "Where — as if warm lips touched sealed eyes and waked them—all the bloom Opens upon the mangoes to feel the sunshine come; And Atimuktas wind their arms of softest green about. Clasping the stems, while calm and clear great Jumna spread eth out; There dances and there laughs thy Love, with damsels many and one,. In the rosy days of Spring-time, for he will not live alone. 3IarJc tids song of Jayadev ! Deep as pearl in ocean-wave 18 THE ELZEVIR LIBRABT. Lurketh in its lines a wonder 'Which the wise alone will ponder : Though it seemeth of the earth, Heavenly is the music's birth ; Telling darkly of delights In the wood, ofwobsted nights. Of witless days, and fruitless love, And false pleasures of the grove. And rash passions of the prime, And those dances of Spring-time ; Time, which seems so subtle-sweet, Time, which pipes to dancing feet, Ah I so softly — ah ! so sweetly — That among those wood-maids featly Krishna cannot choose but dance. Letting pass life's greater chance. Yet the winds that sigh so As they stir the rose, "Wake a sigli from Krishna Wistf uller than those ; All their faint breaths swinging The creepers to and fro Pass like rustling arrows Shot from Kama's bow: Thus among the dancers What those zephyrs bring Strikes to Krishna's spirit Like a darted sting. And all as if — far wandered — The traveller should hear The bird of home, the Ko'il, With nest-notes rich and clear; THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 19 And there should come one moment A blessed fleeting dream Of the bees among the mangoes Beside his native stream; So flash those sudden yearnings, That sense of a dearer thing, The love and lack of Radha Upon his soul in Spring. ^Then she, the maid of Radha, spake again; And pointing far away between the leaves Guided her lovely Mistress where to look. And note how Krishna wantoned in the wood Now with this one, now that; his heart, her prize. Panting with foolish passions, and his eyes Beaming with too much love for those fair girls — Fair, but not so as Radha; and she sang {What follows is to the 3Ius?g Ramagiri a7id the Mode Yati.) See, Lady! how thy Krishna passes these idle hours Decked forth in fold of woven gold, and crowned with forest-flowers; And scented with the sandal, and gay with gems of price — Rubies to mate his laughing lips, and diamonds like his eyes ; — In the company of damsels,* who dance and sing and play, Lies Krishna laughing, toying, dreaming his Spring away. * It will be observed tjiat the " Gopis" here personify the five senses. Lassen says, " Manifestum est puellis istis nil aliud significari quam res sensilesy 20 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. One, with star-blossomed cliampak wreathed, woes him to rest his head On the dark pillow of her breast so tenderly outspread; And o'er his brow with roses blown she fans a fragrance rare, That falls on the enchanted sense like rain in thirsty air, While the company of damsels wave many an odorous spray, And Krishna laughing, toying, sighs the soft Spring away. Another, gazing in his face, sits wistfully apart. Searching it with those looks of love that leap from heart to heart; Her eyes— afire with shy desire, veiled by their lashes black — Speak so that Krishna cannot choose but send the mes- sage back, In the company of damsels whose bright eyes in a ring Shine round him with soft meanings in the merry light of Spring. •» The third one of that dazzling band of dwellers in the wood — Body and bosom panting with the pulse of youthful blood — Leans over him, as in his ear a lightsome thing to speak, A-ud then with leaf-soft lip imprints a kiss below his cheek; A kiss that thrills, and Krishna turns at the silken touch To give it back — ah, Radha! forgetting thee too much. THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 21 And one with arch smile beclions him away from Jumna's ban lis, Where the tall bamboos bristle like spears in battle- ranks, And plucks his cloth to make him come into the mango. shade, Where the fruit is ripe and golden, and the milk and cakes are laid : Oh! golden-red the mangoes, and glad the feasts of Spring, And fair the flowers to lie upon, and sweet the dancers sing. Sweetest of all that Temptress who dances for him now AVith subtle feet which part and meet in the Ras-meas- ure slow. To the chime of silver bangles and the beat of rose-leaf hands, And pipe and lute and cymbal played by the woodland bands; So that wholly passion-laden — eye, ear, sense, soul o'er- come — Krishna is theirs in the forest; his heart forgets its home. Krishna, made for heavenly things, 'Mid those woodland singers sings; With those dancers dances featJy , Gives hack soft embraces sweetly; Smiles on that one, toys wit?i this, Glance for glance and kiss for kiss; Meets the merry damsels fairly , Plays the round of folly rarely, Lapped in milk-warm spring-time ictaihcr, He and those brown girls together. 22 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. And this shadowed earthly low In the twilight of the grove, Dance and song and soft caresses, Meeting looks and tangled tresses, Jayadev the same hath writ. That ye might have gain of it. Sagely its deep sense conceiving And its inner light believing; How that Love — the mighty Master, Lord of all the stars that cluster In the sky, swiftest and slotcest, Lord of highest, Lord of lowest — Manifests himself to mortals. Winning them toward the portals Of his secret House, the gates Of that bright Paradise which icaits The wise in love. Ah, human creatures ! Even your phantasies are teachers. Mighty Love makes sweet in seeming Even Krishna's icoodland dreaming; Mighty Love sways all alike From self to selflessness. Oh ! strike From your eyes the veil, and see What Love willeth him to be Who in error, but in grace, Sitteth with that lotus face, And those eyes whose rays of lieaven Unto phantom-eyes are given; Holding f^sts of foolish mirth With these Visions of the earth; Learning love, and love imparting; Yet with sense of loss upstarting: — For the cloud that veils the fountains Underneath the Sandal mountains. THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 23 Hoio — as if the sunshine drew All its being to the blue — It takes flight, and seeks to rise High into the pure?' skies, High into the snow sind frost, On the shining summits lost ! Ah ! and hoio the KoW strain Smites the traveller with pain, — When the mango blooms in spring. And "■ Koohoo,'' " Koohoo," they sing — Pain of pleasures not yet icon, Pain of journeys not yet done, Pain of toiling without gaining, Pain, 'mid gladness, of still paining. But may He guide us all to glory high Who laughed when Radha glided, hidden, by, And all among those damsels free and bold Touched Krishna with a soft mouth, kind and cold; And like the others, leaning on his breast. Unlike the others, left there Love's unrest; And like the others, joining in his song. Unlike the others, made him silent long {Here ends that Savga of the Gita Govinda entitled Samodadamodaeo.) 24 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY 8ARGA THE SECOND. KLESHAKESHAVO. THE PENITENCE OF KRISHNA. Thus lingered Krishna in the deep, green wood, And gave himself, too prodigal, to those; But Radha, heart-sick at his falliug-off, Seeing her heavenly beauty slighted so, Withdrew; and, in a bower of Paradise — Where nectarous blossoms wove a shrine of shade, Haunted by birds and bees of unknown skies — She sate deep-sorrowful, and sang this strain, (What follows is to the music Gurjjart and the Mode Yati.) Ah, my Beloved! taken with those glances, Ah, my Beloved! dancing those rash dances, Ah, Minstrel! playing wrongful strains so well; Ah, Krishna! Krishna, with the honeyed lip! Ah, Wanderer into foolish fellowship! My Dancer, my Delight! — I love thee still. O Dancer! strip thy peacock- crown away. Rise! thou whose forehead is the star of day, With beauty for its silver halo set; Come! thou whose greatness gleams beneath its shroud Like Indra's rainbow shining through the cloud — Come, for I love thee, my Beloved ! ytt. THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 25 Must love thee — cannot choose but love thee ever, My best Beloved— set on this endeavor, To win thy tender heart and earnest eye From lips but sadly sweet, from restless bosoms, To mine, O Krishna with tlie mouth of blossoms! To mine, thou soul of Krishna! yet I sigh Half hopeless, thinking of myself forsaken, And thee, dear Loiterer, in the wood o'ertaken With passion for those bold and wanton ones. Who knit thine arms as poison-plants gripe trees With twining cords — their flowers the braveries That flash in the green gloom, sparkling gauds and stones. My Prince ! my Lotus-faced ! my w^oe ! my love ! Whose broad brow, with the tilka-spot above, Shames the bright moon at full with fleck of cloud', Thou to mistake so little for so much ! Thou, Krishna, to be palm to pahn with such! O Soul made for my joys, pure, perfect, proud! Ah, my Beloved! in thy darkness dear; Ah, Dancer! with the jewels in thine ear, Swinging to music of a loveless love; my Beloved! in thy fall so high That angels, sages, spirits of the sky Linger about thee, w^atching in the grove. 1 will be patient still, and draw thee ever. My one Beloved, sitting by the river Under the thick Kadambas with that throng: Will there not come an end to earthly madness? Shall I not, past the sorrow, have the gladness? Must not the love-light shine for him ere long? 26 TEE ELZEVIR LIBBAR7. . Shine, tliou Light by Radha giwn, Shine, thou splendid star of heaven I Be a lamp to Krishna's feety ShoiD to all hearts secrets sweet, Of the wonder and the love Jayadev hath wnt above. Be the quick Interpreter Unto wisest ears of her Who ahcays sings to all, " I wait, He loveth still who loveth late'' For (sang on that liigli Lady in tlie shade) My soul for tenderness, not blame, was made; Mine eyes look through his evil to his good ; My heart coins pleas for him; my fervent thought Prevents what lie will say when these are naught, And that which I am shall be understood. Then spake she to her maiden wistfully — {What folhiDS is to the Music MIlavagauda and the Mod6 EkatalI) Go to him, — win him hither, — whisper low How he may find me if he searches well ; Say, if he will — joys past his hope to know Await him here; go now to him, and tell Where Radha is, and that henceforth she charms His spirit to her arms. Yes, go! say, if he will, that he may come— May come, my love, my longing, my desire; May come forgiven, shriven, to me his home. And make his happy peace; nay, and aspire To uplift Radha's veil, and learn at length What love is in its strength. TEE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 27 Lead him; say softly I shall chide his blindness, And vex him with my angers; yet add this, He shall not vainly sue for loving-kindness, Nor miss to see me close, nor lose the bliss That lives upon my lip, -nor be denied The rose- throne at my side. Say that I — Radha — in my bower languish All widowed, till he find the way to me; Say that mine eyes are dim, my breast all anguish. Until with gentle murmured shame I see His steps come near, his anxious pleading face Bend for my pardoning grace. While I — what, did he deem light love so tender, To tarry for them when the vow was made To yield him up my bosom's maiden splendor, And fold him in my fragrance, and unbraid My shining hair for him, and clasp him close To the gold heart of his Rose, And sing him strains which only spirits know, And make him captive with the silk-soft chain Of twinned-wings brooding round him, and bestow Kisses of Paradise, as pure as rain ; My gems, my moonlight-pearls, my girdle-gold. Cymbaling music bold? While gained for ever, I shall dare to grow Life to life with him, in the realms divine; And — Love's large cup at happy overflow. Yet ever to be filled — his eyes and mine Shall meet in that glad look, when Time's great gate Closes and shuts out Fate. 28 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. Listen to the unsaid things Of the song which Radha sings. For the soul draics near to bliss. As it coynprehendeth this. 1 am Jayadev, who write All this subtle-rich delight For your teaching. Ponder, then. What it tells to Gods and men. Err not, tDatching Krishna gay. With those broicn girls all at play; Understand how Radha charms Her wandering lover to her arms. Waiting with dimnest love Till his dream ends in the grove. For even now (she sang) I see him pause, Heart-stricken with the waste of heart he makes Amid them; — all the bows of their bent brows Wound him no more: no more for all their sakes Plays he one note upon his amorous lute, But lets the strings lie mute. Pensive, as if his parted lips should say — " My feet with the danoes are weary. The music has dropped from the song, There is no more delight in the lute-strings, Sweet Shadows! what thing has gone wrong? The wings of the wind have left fanning Tlie palms of the glade; They are dead, and the blossoms seem dying In the place where we played. •' We will play no more, beautiful Shadows! A fancy came solemn and sad. THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS, 29 More sweet, with unspeakable longings, Thau the best of the pleasures we had : I am not uow the Krishna who kissed you; That exquisite dream, — The Vision I saw in my dancing — Has spoiled what you seem. 'Ah! delicate phantoms that cheated With eyes that looked lasting and true, I awake, — I have seen her, — my angel — Farewell to the wood and to you! Oh, whisper of wonderful pity! Oh, fair face that shone! Though thou be a vision, Diviuest! This vision is done." {Here ends that Sarga of the Gita Govinda entitled KLEgH- AKESHAVO.) SABGA THE THIRD. MUGDHAMADHUSUDANO. KRISHNA TROUBLED. Thereat, — as one who welcomes to her throne A new-made Queen, and brings before it bound Her enemies, — so Krishna in his heart Throned Radha; and — all treasonous follies chained- He played no more with those first play-fellows: But, searching throtigh the shadows of the grove For loveliest Radha, — when he found her not 30 THE ELZEVIR LIBBART. Faint with the quest, despairing, lonely, lorn, And pierced with shame for wasted love and days, He sate by Jumna, where the canes are thick, And sang to the wood-echoes words like these: ( What follows is to the Music GuEjJARt and the Modi Yati.) Radha, Enchantress ! Radha, queen of all! Gone — lost, because she found me sinning here; And I so stricken with my foolish fall, I could not stay her out of shame and fear; She will not hear; In her disdain and grief vainly I call. And if she heard, what would she do? what say ? How could I make it good that I forgot? What profit was it to me, niglit and day. To live, love, dance, and dream, having her not? Soul without spot! I wronged thy patience, till it sighed away. Sadly I see the truth. Ah! even now Remembering that one look beside the river, Softer the vexed eyes seem, and the proud brow Than lotus-leaves when the bees make them quiver. My love forever! Too late is Krishna wise — too far art thou! Yet all day long in my deep heart I woo thee. And all niglit long with thee my dreams are sweet; Why, then, so vainly must my steps pursue thee? Why can I never reach thee to entreat. Low at thy feet. Dear vanished Splendor! till m}-- tears subdue thee? THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 81 Surpassiug One! I knew thou didst not brook Half-hearted worship, and a love that wavers; Haho! there is the wisdom I mistook, Therefore I seek with desperate endeavors; Tliat fault dissevers Me from my heaven, astiay — condemned — forsook! And yet I seem to feel, to know, thee near me; Thy steps make music, measured music, near; Radha! my Radha! will not.«orro\v clear me? Shine once! speak one word pitiful and dear! Wilt thou not hear? Canst thou — because I did forget — forsake me? Forgive! the sin is sinned, is past, is over; No thought I think shall do Ihee wrong again; Turn thy dark eyes again upon thy lover, Bright Spirit! or I perish of this pain. Loving again! In dread of doom to love, but not recover. So did KrisJina sinr/ ami sigh By the river -hank; and I, Jayadev of Kinduvilva. Resting — as the moon of siher Sits upon the solemn ocean — On full faith, in deep devotion; Tell it that ye ma,y perceive How the heart mnst fret and grieve; How the soul doth tire of earth, When the love from Heav'n hath hirth. For (sang he on) I am no foe of thine, There is no black snake, Kama ! in my hair: 82 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. Blue lotns-leaves, and not the poisoned brine, Shadow my neck; what stains my bosom bare, Thou God unfair! Is sandai'dust, not ashes; nought of mine Makes me like Shiva that thou, Lord of Love! Sliouldst strain thy string at me and fit thy dart; Tliis world is thine — let me one breast thereof W.hich bleeds already, wounded to the heart With lasting smart, Shot from those brows that did my sin reprove. Thou gavest her those black brows for a bow Arched like thine own, whose pointed arrows seem Her glances, and the underlids that go — So firm and fine — its string? Ah, fleeting gleam! Beautiful dream! Small need of Kama's help hast thou, I trow, To smite me to the soul with love; — but set Those arrows to their silken cord I enchain My thoughts in that loose hair! let thy lips, wet With dew of heaven as bimba-buds with rain, Bloom precious pain Of longing in my heart; and, keener yet, The heaving of thy lovely, angry bosom. Pant to my spirit things unseen, unsaid; But if thy touch, thy tones, if the dark blossom Of thy dear face, thy jasmine-odors shed From feet to head. If these be all with me, canst thou be far— be tied ? So sang he, and I pray tliat whoso hears The music of his burning Iwpes and fears. THE INDIAN SONG OF 80NGS. 83 That whoso sees this msion by the River Of Krislma, Hari, {can we name him emrf) And marks his ear-ring rubies swinging slow, As he sits still, unheedfal, bending low To play this tune upon his lute, lohile all Listen to catch the sadness musical; And Krishna wotteth nought, but, with set face Turned full toward Radhn's, plays on in that place; May all such souls — prays Jayadev — be wise To learn the wisdom which hereunder lies. {Here ends that 8arga of the Oeta Govinda enMbd MUGDHAMADHUSUDANO. ) 8ARGA THE FOURTH SOTGDHAMADHUSUDANO. KRISHNA CHEERED. Then she whom Radha sent came to the canes — The caties beside the river where lie hxy With listless limbs and spirit weak from love; — And she sang this to Krishna wistfully. ( What foUoiDs is to the Music .Kaenata and tlie Mode Ekatal!.) Art thou sick for Radha? she is sad in turn, Heaven foregoes its blessings, if it holds not thee; All the cooling fragrance of sandal she doth spurn, Moonlight makes her mournful with radiance silvery; 84 TH^ ELZEVIR LIBRARY. Even the southern breeze blown fresh from pearly seas, Seems to her but tainted by a dolorous brine; And for thy sake discontented, with a great love over- laden, Her soul comes here beside thee, and sitteth down with thine. Her soul conies here beside thee, and tenderly and true It weaves a subtle mail of proof to ward off sin and pain ; A breastplate soft as lotus-leaf, with holy tears for dew. To guard thee from the things that hurt; and then 'tis gone again To strew a blissful place with the richest buds that grace Kama's sweet world, a meeting-spot with rose and jas- mine fair, For the hour when, well-contented, with a love no longer troubled, Thou shalt find the way to Radha, and finish sorrows there. But now her lovely face is shadowed by her fears; Her glorious eyes are veiled and dim like moonlight in eclipse By breaking rain-clouds, Krishna! yet she paints you in her tears With tender thoughts — not Krishna, but brow and breast and lips And form and mien a King, a great and god like thing; And then with bended head she asks grace from the Love Divine, To keep tliee discontented with tlie phantoms thou for- swearest, Till she may win her glory, and thou be raised to thine. THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 85 Softly DOW she sayetli, " Krishna, Krishna, come!" Lovingly she prayeth, " Fair moon, light him home." Yet if Hari helps not, Moonlight cannot aid; Ah! the woeful Radha! Ah! the forest shade! Ah ! if Hari guide not. Moonlight is as gloom; Ah! if moonlight help not. How shall Krishna come? Sad for Krishna grieving In the darkened grove; Sad for Radha weaving Dreams of fruitless love! Strike soft strings to this soft measure. If thine ear would catch its treasure; Slowly dance to this deep song, Let its meaning float along With grave paces, since it tells Of a love that siceeily dicells In a tender distant glory, Past all faults of mortal story. {What folloios is to the Music Deshaga and the Mode EkatalI.) Krishna, till thou come unto her, faint she lies with love and fear! Even the jewels of her necklet seem a load too great to hear. 86 TUE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. Krishna, till thou come unto her, all the sandal and the flowers Yex her with their pure perfection though they grow in heavenly bowers. Krishna, till thou come unto her, fair albeit those bowers may be. Passion burns her, and love's fire fevers her for lack of thee. Krishna, till thou come unto her, those divine lids, dark and tender. Droop like lotus-leaves in rain-storms, dashed and heavy in their splendor. Krishna, till thou come unto her, that rose-couch which she hath spread Saddens with its empty place, its double pillow for one head. Krishna, till thou come unto her, from her palms she will not lift The dark face hidden deep within them like the moon in cloudy rift. Krishna, till thou come unto her, angel though she be, thy Love Sighs and suffers, waits and watches — joyless 'mid those joys above. Krishna, till thou come unto her, with the comfort of thy kiss Deeper than thy loss, O Krishna! must be loss of Radha's bliss. THE INDIAN- SONG OF iSONGS. 87 Krishna, while thou didst forget her — her, thy life, thy gentle fate — Wonderful her waiting was, her pity sweet, her patience great. Krishna, come! 'tis grief untold to grieve her — shame to let her sigh; Como, for she is sick with love, and thou her only remedy. So she sang, and Jayadeva Prays for all, and prays for ever^ That Great Hari may bestow Utmost bliss of loving so On us all; — that one who wore Ihe herdsman's form, and heretofore, To save the shepherd's threatened flock, Up from the earth reared the huge roch-^ Bestow it with a gracious hand. Albeit, amid the woodland band, Clinging close in fond caresses Krishna gave them ardent kisses, Taking on his lips divine Earthly stamp and looodland sign. {Here ends that Sarga of the GUa Govinda entitled Snigdhamadhusudajsto. THE ELZEVIR LIBBART. SARQA TEE FIFTH. SAKANDKSHAPUNDAEIKAKSHO. THE LONGINGS OF KRISHNA. " Say I am here! oh, if she pardons me, Say where I am, and wiu her soflly hither," So Krishna to the maid; and willingly She came again to Radha, and she sang {What follows is to the Music Deshivaradi and the Mode Rl'paka.) Low whispers the wind from Malaya Overladen with love; On the liills all the grass is burned yellow; And the trees in the grove Droop with tendrils that mocli by their clinging The thoughts of the parted ; And there lies, sore-sighing for thee, Tl»y love, altered-hcarted. To him the moon's icy-chill silver Is a sun at midday; The fever he burns with is deeper Tlian starlight can stay: Lil^e one wlio falls stricken by arrows, With the color departed From all but liis red wounds, so lies Thy love, bleeding-hearted. THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 89 To the music the banded bees make him He close th his ear; In the blossoms their small horns are blowing The honey-song clear; But as if every stiug to his bosom Its smart had imparted. Low lies by the edge of the river, Thy love, achiug-hearted. By the edge of the river, far wandered From Ills once beloved bowers, And the haunts of his beautiful playmates, And the beds strewn with flowers; Now thy name is his playmate — that only! — And the hard rocks upstarted From the sand make the couch where hejies, Thy Krishna, sad-hearted. Oh may Harifill each soul, A^ these gentle verses roll Telling of the anguish borne By kindred ones asunder torn! Oh may Hari unto each All the lore of loving teach. All the pain and all the bliss; Jayadeva prayeth this ! Yea, Lady! in the self-same spot he waits AVhcre with thy kiss thou taught'st him utmost love, xVnd drew him, as none else draws, with thy look; And all day long, and all night long, his cry is " Radha, Iladha," like a spell said o'er; And in his heart there lives noAvish nor hope Save only this, to slake his spirit's tliirst For Radha's love on Radha's lips; and [\vA Peace in the immortal beaut v of thy I)i.>\v. 40 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. ( What follows is to the Music Gurjjari and the Mode EkatalI.) Mistress, sweet and bright and lioly! Meet liim in tliat place; Cliange liis clieerless melanclioly Into joy and grace; If tliou liast forgiven, vex not; If tliou lovest, go ; Watcliing ever by tlie river, Krislina listens low : Listens low, and on his reed there Softly sounds by name, Maliing even mute things plead there For his hope: 'tis shame That, while winds are welcome to him. If from thee they blow, Mournful ever by the river Krishna waits thee so 1 When a bird's wing stirs the roses, "When a leaf falls dead, Twenty times he recomposes The flower-seat he has spread: Twenty times, with anxious glances Seeking thee in vain, Sighing ever by the river, Krishna droops again, Loosen from thy foot the bangle, Lest its golden bell. With a tiny, tattling jangle, Any false tale tell; THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 41 If thou fearest that the moonlight "Will thy glad face know, Draw tliose dark braids lower, Ladyl But to Krishna go. Swift and still as lightning's splendor Let thy beauty come, Sudden, gracious, dazzling, tender. To his arms — its home: Swift as Indra's yellow lightning, Shining through the night. Glide to Krishna's lonely bosom, Take him love and light. Grant, at last, love's utmost measure, Giving, give the whole; Keep back nothing of the treasure Of thy priceless soul: Hold with both hands out unto him Thy chalice, let him drain The nectar of its dearest draught. Till not a wish remain. Only go — the stars are setting, And thy Krishna grieves; Doubt and anger quite forgetting, Hasten through the leaves: Wherefore didst thou lead him heav'nward But for this thing's sake? Comfort him with pity, Radhal Or his heart must break. But while Ja2/adeva writes This rare tale of deep delights — Jaijadev, whose heart is given Unto Ilari, Lord in Heaven — 42 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. See that ye too, as ye read, With a glad and humble heed, Bend your brows before His face, That ye may have bliss and grace. And then the Maid, compassionate, sang on— Lady, most sweet! For thy coming feet He listens in the wood, Avith love sore-tried; Faintly sighing, Lil^e one a-dying. He sends his thoughts afoot to meet his bride. Ah, silent one! Sunk is the sun, Tiie darkness falls as deep as Krishna's sorrow ; The chakor's strain Is not more vain Thau mine, and soon gray dawn will bring white morrow. And thine own bliss Delays by this ; The utmost of thy heaven comes only so When, with hearts beating And passionate greeting. Parting is over, and the parted grow One — one for ever! And the old endeavor To be so blended is assuaged at last; And the glad tears raining Have nought remaining Of (Inul)t or 'plaining; and the dread has passed THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 43 Out of each face. In the close embrace. That by-and-by embracing will be over; The ache that causes Those mournful pauses In bowers of earth between lover and lover: To be no more felt. To fade, to melt In the strong certainty of joys immortal; In the glad meeting, And quick sweet greeting Of hps that close beyond Time's shadowy portal. And to thee is given, Angel of Heaven! This glory and this joy with Krishna. Go! Let him attain, For his long pain, The prize it promised, — see thee coming slow. A vision first, but then — By glade and glen — A lovely, loving soul, true to its home; His Queen — his Crown — his All, Hast'ning at last to fall Upon his breast, and live there. Radha, come ! Come! and come thou, Lord of all. Unto whom the Three Woi^Ids call; Thou, that didst in angry might, Kansa, like a comet, smite ; Thou, that in thy passion tender. An incarnate spell and splendor, Hung on Radha's glorious face — In the garb of Krishna's grace — 44 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. As above the bloom the bee, When the honeyed revelry Is too subtle- sweet an one Not to hang arid dally on ; Thou that art the Three Worlds' Of life the light, of every story The meaning and the mark, of love The root and flower, hould he taken as a Special Brain Food. To BUILD UP worn-out nerves, to banish sleeplessness, neu- ralgia and sick headache. — Dr, Owynn. To PROMOTE good digestion. — I)r. Filmore. 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