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Wednesday 1 May 2013

The Himalayas (The Hunter and the Hero - Book V) - Bhāravi

The towering Himalaya rose,
   Surpassing mighty Meru high,
To view the limits of wide space,
   Perchance to scale the lofty sky!
Eternal sunshine on his face.
   His back in ceaseless gloomy night,
Like Siva in dark tusker-skin.
   His face with radiant smiles all bright!
Dwellers of earth and sky and heaven
   Mutually unseen here dwell;
This range, itself a perfect world,
   Displaying Sambhu's mighty skill!
All white the heaven-kissing peaks,
   With glittering gold the plateaus streaked,
And bright as autumn's fleecy clouds
   With golden glittering lightning decked!
Like peopled towns the mountain plateaus
   Streaked with gems which silk-like beam,
And creeper grots by nymphs frequented
   Which like sylvan dwellings seem!
Aloft, the rainless, sparkless clouds.
   In white and fleecy masses piled,
Are like the mountain's giant wings.
   Far-extending, vast and wild!

Wild tuskers gore the rocky banks.
   Which many a costly mine conceal;
And sacred rills their waters pour,
   Which every pious wish fulfil!
And mountain gems shine with a ray,
   As of the soft-hued crimson flower,
And shed o'er plateaus, streaked with gold.
   The chastened light of evening hour!
Untold Kadambas grace the scene,
   The Tamal lends its cooling shade,
And mighty tuskers range the wood
   Where melting snow falls in cascade!
In priceless gems the peaks are rich,
   The vales with beauteous creepers blessed;
Wild torrents flow through flowery banks.
   And trees are with wild blossoms graced!
And mountain nymphs bedecked in gold
   Oft frolic in the sparkling rills;
And Nagas, fond of trees and creepers,
   Love to dwell in wooded hills.
And fleecy clouds with rainbow graced
   Oft rest the gem -decked peaks around,
And seem like snowy mountain peaks
   Until ye hear the thunder's sound!

Sweet-voiced ducks and lilies grace
   Pure Mdnasa! thy waters cool,
Where Uma often meets her lord,
   Begirt by troops, but calm in soul!
And oft his worshippers recall
   Tripura burnt by Siva's ire.
When lighting planets in the sky
   Flames forth at night the forest fire!
And rolling down from mighty plateaus,
   Spreading in a mass of spray,
And winding through deep rocky gorges,
   Ganga shines like Chamar1 gay!
And Arjun's mind was struck with wonder
   At this great, this glorious sight;
And unto him thus spoke the Yaksha,
   Words appropriate, soft and sweet.

"Sacred range! whose snow-white turrets
   Pierce the lofty vault of heaven,
Sinful mortals view these mountains,
   And their sins are all forgiven!
Its deeper parts like Brahma's Self,
   In sacred Sastras faintly told,
Are unto mortals all unknown, —
   The outer ranges they behold!
Here creeper grots are rich in flowers.
   And lucid lakes in lilies blown;
And haughty nymphs, wooed by their swains,
   A sweet and soft emotion own!

And aye, this mountain fills the earth
   With wealth above all worlds, I ween,
And mortals by Kuvera's gift2
   Their dearest wishes here obtain!
The wealth of all the worlds combined
   The sacred Himalay excels,
For here in grace and power divine
   Great Sambhu with his Umfi, dwells!
Who freed from sins and mortal life
   Seek Brahma's holy mansion pure,
They seek it here in contemplation,
   As in Sastra's sacred lore!

"Oft in these vales celestial footprints.
   Garlands cast away and pale,
And beds of flowers in sweet disorder,
   Tales of secret love they tell!
And on these hills by worlds adored
   The plant at night its flame gives forth,3
As glory shines on virtuous kings
   Attained by might and pious worth!
And in the groves which bend with flowers
   His lay the sweet-voiced Kokil trills,
And tuskers feed on watery plants
   Beside the cool and shaded rills!
And oft they rub their scented heads
   Upon the gnarled forest tree,
The mango scent excites the Kokil,
   And attracts the maddened bee

Beside these sweetly sounding rills
   Celestial maidens often rove,
And drink the drink of gods, — the nectar,
   Which the gods and Nagas love!
And as they rest in creeper grots,
   And soft the gentle breeze sweeps by,
Faint with love's toil, they feel its charm,
   Nor seek their homes in upper sky!

"Here sweet-eyed Uma sought her lord,
   By lites and penance duly made;
And Siva here in love's sweet tremor
   Clasped the blushing mountain maid!
Gods and Asurs, for the nectar,
   Erst with Mandar churned the sea,4
Bearing still the serpent's trail,
   Here Mandar scales the lofty sky !
And crystal rocks in masses piled
   Reflect the red sun's radiant beams,
And chastened by the sapphires blue
   The day like softer moonlight seems.
And on the ripples of the lake,
   As sweet as woman's flashing eye.
The lotus bud is gently moved
   By gentle zephyrs from the sky!

"When sweet-eyed Uma gave her hand
   To Siva by these mountain lakes,
Her hand was twined with sacred grass,
   And Siva's hand was twined with snakes!
And crystal rocks with sunbeams lit
   Sent forth a bright and dazzling ray,
And heightened more the light of sun
   And beautified the sacred day!
And on Kailasa s lofty peak,
   Round which revolves th' unwearied sun,
To please great Siva, lord of hosts,
   Kuvera built his beauteous town!
There sparkling rays of crystal rocks
   In brilliant tints harmonious blend,
And to the eye of the beholder
   Strange delusions often lend!
Eternal verdure decks the fields,
   The soft green woods enchant the view,
And trees with blossoms ever crowned
   Nor fade nor wear the yellow hue!
The emerald's rays, like fresh green grass,
   Deceive and tempt the forest deer,
And with a soft and chastened radiance
   Mingle with the sunbeams clear!
And the pollen from the blossoms,
   Wafted from the flowering trees,
Like a golden canopy
   Floats upon the evening breeze!

"Oft at early dawn are seen
   Unequal footprints by the rills,
For Uma with the mighty Siva
   Loves to haunt these sacred hills!
And oft at noon, through leafy trees,
   The day-god's struggling, radiant beam
Strikes on the bright and crystal rock,
   And makes it like a mirror gleam!
And oft at night, on distant peaks,
   Great Siva's snow-white bull is seen,
And wondering females gaze and ask,
   Is it the full-orbed rising moon?
What though the rainbow's broken arch
   On fleecy clouds is faint and pale,
Borrowing fulness from the gems
   It bends sublime o'er rock and vale!
What though the gloom in moonless nights
   O'ershadows valley, hill and lea,
The moon on Siva's ample crest
   Pours forth a light on flower and tree!

"Yonder hill with golden caverns
   Is to mighty Indra dear;
How its peaks with golden lustre
   Woods and spreading forests cheer!
And oft when mountain breezes blow.
   And move luxuriant creepers thick,
The golden beams of that bright hill
   Even like the flashing lightning break!
Celestial tuskers range that hill,
   And shake the scented Chandan tree;5
Before their might all earthly creatures
   In their terror turn and flee!
And sapphires here with azure tints
   Make soft the sun's effulgent ray;
And darksome clouds in glorious masses
   Temper here the light of day!

"There Kshatriya-like thy penance do,
   As by the saintly Vyasa told; —
By noble efforts, constant toil.
   Achieve their fame the great and bold!
May Siva grant thee strength and might,
   Bestow on thee his blessed grace;
And be the gods thy constant help,
   And bless thy labours with success"
Thus spoke, and hied unto his home
   The Yaksha, gentle, kind, and good;
And Arjun pensive saw him part.
   And for a moment sorrowing stood.

He reached the hill, uncrossed by living wight.
With luscious fruits and blossoms on its height;
And as he gazed upon the lofty hill.
Great thoughts of noble deeds his heart did fill!

Bhāravi (6th century) India
Translated by Romesh Chunder Dutt 
From "The Hunter and the Hero"
by Romesh Chunder Dutt; Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1894
  1. Fan made of the snow-white tail of the mountain yak.
  2. God of wealth, supposed to live in the Himalayas,
  3. Certain plants growing in the mountains are supposed to emit a light by night.
  4. The nectar was obtained from the sea, churned by the gods and the Asuras. The hill Mandra was the churning rod, and the great serpent allowed himself to be used as a rope to turn the rod with!
  5. The Chandana is the Sandal tree. Elephants and snakes are supposed to be fond of this tree.

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