Poetical works of Edwin Arnold

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Preface

In the following Poem I have sought, by the mediam of an imaginary Buddhist votary, to depict the life and character and indicate the philosophy of that noble hero and reformer, Prince Gautama of India, the founder of Buddhism.

A generation ago little or nothing was known in Europe of this great faith of Asia, which had nevertheless existed during twenty-four centuries, and at this day surpasses, in the number of its followers and the area of its prevalence, any other form of creed. Four hundred and seventy millions of our race live and die in the tenets of Gautama ; and the spiritual dominions of this ancient teacher extend, at the present time, from Nepaul and Ceylon over the vdiole Eastern Peninsula to China, Japan, Thibet, Central Asia, Siberia, and even Swedish Lapland. India itself might fairly be included in this magnificent empire of belief, for though the profession of Buddhism has for the most part passed away from the land of its birth, the mark of Gautama's sublime teaching is stamped ineffaceably upon modern Brahmanism, and the most characteristic habits and convictions of the Hindus are clearly due to the benign influence of Buddha's precepts. More than a third of mankind, therefore, owe their moral and relig-

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ious ideas to this illustrious prince, whose personality, though imperfectly revealed in the existing sources of information, cannot but appear the highest, gentlest, holiest, and most beneficent, with one exception, in the history of Thought. Discordant in frequent particulars, and sorely overlaid by corruptions, inventions, and misconceptions, the Buddhistical books yet agree in the one point of recording nothing — no single act or word — which mars the perfect purity and tenderness of this Indian teacher, who united the truest princely qualities with the intellect of a sage and the passionate devotion of a martyr. Even M. Barthelemy St. Hilaire, totally misjudging, as he does, many points of Buddhism, is well cited by Professor Max Miiller as saying of Prince Siddartha, " Sa vie n'a point de cache. Son constant heroisme egale sa conviction ; et si la theorie qu'il preconise est fausse, les exemples personnels qu'il donne sont irreprochables. II est le modele acheve de toutes les vertus qu'il preche ; son abnegation, sa charite, son inalterable douceur ne se dementent point un seul instant. ... II prepare silencieusement sa doctrine par six annees de retraite et de meditation ; il la propage par la seule puissance de la parole et de la persuasion pendant plus d'un demi-si^cle, et quand il meurt i.ntre les bras de ses disciples, c'est avec la serenite d'un sage qui a pratique le bien toute sa vie, et qui est assur^ d'avoir trouve le vrai." To Gautama has consequently been given this stupendous conquest of humanity ; and — • ihough he discountenanced ritual, and declared himself, even when on the threshold of Nirvana, to be only what all other men might become — the love and gratitude of Asia, disobeying his mandate, have given, him fervent

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i worship. Forests of flowers are daily laid upon his stain- ] less shrines, and countless millions of lips daily repeat the I formula, " I take refuge in Buddha ! " ^ The Buddha of this poem — if, as need not be doubted, i he really existed — was born on the borders of Nepaul, I about 620 B.C., and died about 543 b.-c. at Kusinagara in

IOudh. In point of age, therefore, most other creeds are youthful compared with this venerable religion, which has , in it the eternity of a universal hope, the immortality of a I boundless love, an indestructible element of faith in final j good, and the proudest assertion ever made of human freedom. The extravagances which disfigure the record and practice of Buddhism are to be referred to that in- I evitable degradation which priesthoods always inflict upon I great ideas committed to their charge. The power and i sublimity of Gautama's original doctrines should be estimated by their influence, not by their interpreters ; nor by that innocent but lazy and ceremonious church which has arisen on the foundations of the Buddhistic Brotherhood or '' Sangha."

I have put my poem into a Buddhist's mouth, because, to appreciate the spirit of Asiatic thoughts, they should be regarded from the Oriental point of view ; and neither I the miracles which consecrate this record, nor the phi- I losophy which it embodies, could have been otherwise so

i naturally reproduced. The doctrine of Transmigration, for instance — startling to modern minds — was established and thoroughly accepted by the Hindus of Buddha's time ; that period when Jerusalem was being taken by Nebuchadnezzar, when Nineveh was falling to the Medes, and Marseilles was founded by the Phocaeans. The exposi-

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tion here offered of so antique a system is of necessity incomplete, and — in obedience to the laws of poetic art — passes rapidly by many matters philosophically most important, as well as over the long ministry of Gautama. But my purpose has been obtained if any just conception be here conveyed of the lofty character of this noble prince, and of the general purport of his doctrines. As to these there has arisen prodigious controversy among the erudite, who will be aware that I have taken the imperfect Buddhistic citations much as they stand in Spence Hardy's work, and have also modified more than one passage in the received narratives. The views, however, here indicated of " Nirvana," " Dharma," " Karma," and the other chief features of Buddhism, are at least the fruits of considerable study, and also of a firm conviction that a third of mankind would never have been brought to believe in blank abstractions, or in Nothingness as the issue and crown of Being.

Finally, in reverence to the illustrious Promulgator of this " Light of Asia," and in homage to the many eminent scholars who have devoted noble labors to his memory, for which both repose and ability are wanting to me, I beg that the shortcomings of my too hurried study may be forgiven. It has been composed in the brief intervals of days without leisure, but is inspired by an abiding desire to aid in the better mutual knowledge of East and West. The time may come, I hope, when this book and my "Indian Song of Songs" will preserve the memory of one who loved India and the Indian peoples.

EDWIN ARNOLD, C.S.L London, July, 1879.

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THE LIGHT OF ASIA.

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The Scripture of the Saviour of the Worlds Lord Buddha^ — Prince Sidddrtha^ styled on ear-thin Earth and Heavens and Hells Incomparable^ All-honored, Wisest, Best, most Pitiful ;

The Teacher of Nirvdna and the Law.

Thus came he to be born again for men.

Below the highest sphere four Regents sit^ Who rule our world, and under them are 2ones Nearer, but high, where saintliest spirits dead Wait thrice ten thousand years,^ then live again ; And on Lord Buddha, waiting in that sky, Came for our sakes the five sure signs of birth^ So that the Devas^ knew the signs, and said "Buddha will go again to help the World." " Yea ! " spake He, " now I go to help the World

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This last of many times ; for birth and death End hence for me and those who learn my Law. I will go down among the Sakyas,' Under the southward snows of Himalay, Where pious people live and a just King."

That night the wife of King Suddhodana/ Maya the Queen,® asleep beside her Lord, Dreamed a strange dream ; dreamed that a star from

heaven — Splendid, six-rayed, in color rosy-pearl, Whereof the token was an Elephant^"

Six-tusked and whiter than Vahuka's" milk — Shot through the void and, shining into her, Entered her womb upon the right. Awaked, Bliss beyond mortal mother's filled her breast, And over half the earth a lovely light Forewent the morn. The strong hills shook ; the waves Sank lulled ; all flowers that blow by day came forth As 'twere high noon ; down to the farthest hells Passed the Queen's joy, as when warm sunshine thrills AVood-glooms to gold, and into all the deeps A tender whisper pierced.^^ " Oh ye," it said, " The dead that are to live, the live who die. Uprise, and hear, and hope ! Buddha is come ! " Whereat in Limbos numberless much peace Spread, and the world's heart throbbed, and a wind ble\V With unknown freshness over lands and seas. And when the morning dawned, and this was told, The gray dream-readers^^ said " The dream is good ! The Crab is in conjunction with the Sun ;"

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The Queen shall bear a boy, a holy child Of wondrous wisdom, profiting all flesh, Who shall deliver men from ignorance, Or rule the world, if he will deign to rule."

In this wise was the holy Buddha born.

Queen Maya stood at noon, her days fulfilled,

Under a Palsa'^ in the Palace-grounds,

A stately trunk, straight as a temple-shaft.

With crown of glossy leaves and fragrant blooms :

And, knowing the time come — for all things knew —

The conscious tree bent down its boughs to make

A bower about Queen Maya's majesty,

And Earth put forth a thousand sudden flowers

To spread a couch, while, ready for the bath,

The rock hard by gave out a limpid stream

Of crystal flow. So brought she forth her child

Pangless — he having on his perfect form

The marks, thirty and two, of blessed birth ;

Of which the great news to the Palace came.

But when they brought the painted palanquin^®

To fetch him home, the bearers of the poles

Were the four Regents of the Earth, come down

From Mount Sumeru" — they who write men's deeds

On brazen plates — the Angel of the East,

Whose hosts are clad in silver robes, and bear

Targets of pearl : the Angel of the South,

Whose horsemen, the Kumbhandas,^^ ride blue steeds,

With sapphire shields : the Angel of the West,

By Nagas followed, riding steeds blood-red,

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With coral shields : the Angel of the North, Environed by his Yakshas/® all in gold, On yellow horses, bearing shields of gold. These, with their pomp invisible, came down And took the poles, in caste and outward garb Like bearers, yet most mighty gods ; and gods Walked free with men that day, though men knew not i For Heaven was filled with gladness for Earth's sake,*^® Knowing Lord Buddha thus was come again.

But King Suddhodana wist not of this ;

The portents troubled, till his dream-readers

Augured a Prince of earthly dominance,

A Chakravartin,^^ such as rise to rule

Once in each thousand years ; seven gifts he has —

The Chakra-ratna,^"^ disc divine ; the gem ;

The horse, the Aswa-ratna,^^ that proud steed

Which tramps the clouds ; a snow-white elephant,

The Hasti-ratna,^"* born to bear his King ;

The crafty Minister, the General

Unconquered, and the wife of peerless grace.

The Istrt-ratna,^^ lovelier than the Dawn.

Eor which gifts looking with this wondrous boy.

The King gave order that his town should keep

High festival ; therefore the ways were swept,^^

Rose-odors sprinkled in the street, the trees

Were hung with lamps and flags," while merry crowds

Gaped on the sword-players^^ and posturers,

The jugglers,^® charmers, swingers, rope-walkers.

The nautch-girls in their spangled skirts and bclls^

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That chime light .laughter round their restless feet ;

The masquers wrapped in skins of bear and deer.

The tiger-tamers, wrestlers, quail-fighters,

Beaters of drum and twanglers of the wire,

Who made the people happy^ by command.

Moreover from afar came merchant-men,

Bringing, on tidings of this birth, rich gifts

In golden trays ;^* goat-shawls,^'^ and nard^^ and jade,

Turkises,^ " evening sky " tint, woven webs —

So fine twelve folds hide not a modest face —

Waist-cloths sewn thick with pearls, and sandal-wood ;

Homage from tribute cities ; so they called

Their Prince Savarthasiddh, " All-Prospering,'*

Briefer, Siddartha.

'Mongst the strangers came A gray-haired saint, Asita,^^ one whose ears, Long closed to earthly things, caught heavenly sounds, And heard at prayer beneath his peepul-tree The Devas singing songs at Buddha's birth. Wondrous in lore he was by age and fasts ; Him, drawing nigh, seeming so reverend, The King saluted, and Queen Maya made To lay her babe before such holy feet ; But when he saw the Prince the old man cried " Ah, Queen, not so ! " and thereupon he touched Eight times the dust,^^ laid his waste visage there, Saying, *' O Babe ! I worship ! Thou art He ! I see the rosy light,^^ the foot-sole marks,^ The soft-curled tendril of the Swastika,^^ The sacred primal signs thirty and two, The eighty lesser tokens.'"' Thou art Buddh,

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I And thou wilt preach the Law and save all flesh 5 Who learn the Law, though I shall never hear, 5 Dying too soon, who lately longed to die ; I Howbeit I have seen Thee. Know, O King ! ? This is that Blossom on our human tree

[Which opens once in many myriad years'*^ — But opened, fills the world with Wisdom's scent I And Love's dropped honey ; from thy royal root i A Heavenly Lotus springs : Ah, happy House ! i Yet not all-happy, for a sword must pierce [ Thy bowels for this boy ^^ — whilst thou, sweet Queen ! I Dear to all gods and men for this great birth. Henceforth art grown too sacred for more woe, And life is woe, therefore in seven days Painless thou shalt attain the close of pain." ^^

Which fell : for on the seventh evening Queen Maya smiling slept, and waked no more, Passing content to Trayastrinshas-Heaven,'*'* I Where countless Devas worship her and wait I Attendant on that radiant Motherhead.

I But for the Babe they found a foster-nurse, ! Princess Mahaprajapati ^'^ — her breast t Nourished with noble milk the lips of Him I Whose lips comfort the Worlds.

I When th' eighth year passed^

I The careful King bethought to teach his son I All that a Prince should learn, for still he shunned I Tiie too vast presage of those miracles, I The glories and the sufferings of a Buddh. ? So, in full council of his Ministers,

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" Who is the wisest man, great sirs," he asked,

" To teach my Prince that which a Prince sl^ould know ? "

Whereto gave answer each with instant voice

" King ! Viswamitra^'' is the wisest one,

The farthest-seen in Scriptures, and the best

In learning, and the manual arti, and all."

Thus Viswamitra came and heard commands ;

And, on a day found fortunate, the Prince

Took up his slate of ox-red sandal-wood,

All-beautified by gems around the rim.

And sprinkled smooth with dust of emery.

These took he, and his writing-stick, and stood

With eyes bent down before the Sage, who said,

"Child, write this Scripture," speaking slow the verse

" Gdyatri'' ^^ named, which only High-born hear: —

Om, iatsaviturvarenyani

" Acharya,**^ I write," meekly replied The Prince, and quickly on the dust he drew — Not in one script, but many characters — The sacred verse ; Nagri"'' and Dakshin,^^ Ni/'^ MangaV' Parusha,^ Yava,'' Tirthi,'' Uk,''' Darad,'' Sikhyani,'' Mana,'" Madhyachar," The pictured writings and the speech of signs. Tokens of cave-men and the sea-peoples.

Of those who worship snakes beneath the earth, And those who flame adore and the sun's orb,^^ The Magians and the dwellers on the mounds ; Of all the nations all strange scripts he traced One after other with his writing-stick, l6 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.

Reading the master's verse in every tongue ;

And Viswamitra said, " It is enough,

Let us to numbers.

After me repeat

Your numeration till we reach the Lakh.^'^

One, two, three, four, to ten, and then by tens

To hundreds, thousands." After him the child

Named digits, decads, centuries ; nor paused,

The round lakh reached, but softly murmured on

*' Then comes the koti, nahut, ninnahut,

By pundarikas unto padumas,

Which last is how you count the utmost grains

Of Hastagiri ground to finest dust ;

But beyond that a numeration is.

The Katha, used to count the stars of night ;

The Koti-Kdtha, for the ocean drops ;

Ingga, the caculus of circulars ; Sarvanikchepa, by the which you deal

With all the sands of Gunga, till we come

To Antah-Kalpas,^ where the unit is

The sands of ten crore^^ Gungas. If one seeks

More comprehensive scale, th' arithmic mounts

By the Asankya, which is the tale

Of all the drops that in ten thousand years

Would fall on all the worlds by daily rain ;

Thence unto Maha Kalpas, by the which

The Gods compute their future and their past."

" *Tis good," the Sage rejoined, '' Most noble Prince, If these thou know'st, needs it that I should teach

BOOK THE FIRST. Ij The mensuration of the lineal ? "

Humbly the boy replied, " Acharya ! "

" Be pleased to hear me. Paraaianus^® ten A parasukshma®' make ; ten of those build The trasarene,^^ and seven trasarenes One mote's-length floating in the beam, seven motes The whisker-point of mouse, and ten of these One likhya f likhyas ten a yuka, ten Yukas'^ a heart of barley, which is held Seven times a wasp-waist ; so unto the grain Of mung^^ and mustard and the barley-corn, Whereof ten give the finger-joint, twelve joints The span, wherefrom we reach the cubit, staff, Bow-length, lance-length ; while twenty lengths of lance Mete what is named a 'breath,"^ which is to say Suck space as man may stride with lungs once filled, Whereof a gow'^ is forty, four times that A yojana ;'"* and. Master ! if it please, I shall recite how many sun-motes lie From end to end within a yojana."

Thereat, with instant skill, the little Prince Pronounced the total of the atoms true. [But Viswamitra heard it on his face [Prostrate before the boy ; " For thou," he cried, '' Art Teacher of thy teachers — thou, not I, Art Giiru." Oh, I worship thee, sweet Prince ! That comest to my school only to show Thou knowest all without the books, and know'st Fair reverence besides."

Which reverence Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters,

Albeit beyond their learning taught ; in speech

Right gentle, yet so wise ; princely of mien,

Yet softly-mannered ; modest, deferent,

And tender-hearted, though of fearless blood ;

No l)older horseman in the youthful band

E'er rode in gay chase of the shy gazelles ;

No keener driver of the chariot

In mimic contest scoured the Palace-courts ;

Yet in mid-play the boy would ofttimes pause,

Letting the deer pass free ; would ofttimes yield

His half- won race because the laboring steeds

Fetched painful breath ; or if his princely mates

Saddened to lose, or if some wistful dream

Swept o'er his thoughts. And ever with the years

Waxed this compassionateness of our Lord,

Even as a great tree grows, from two soft leaves

To spread its shade afar ; but hardly yet

Knew the young child of sorrow, pain, or tears,

Save as strange names for things not felt by kings,

Nor ever to be felt. But it befell

In the Royal garden on a day of spring,

A flock of wild swans passed, voyaging north

To their nest-places on Himala's breast.

Calling in love-notes down their snowy line

The bright birds flew, by fond love piloted ;

And Devadatta," cousin of the Prince,

Pointed his bow, and loosed a willful shaft

Which found the wide wing of the foremost swan

Broad-spread to glide upon the free blue road,

So that it fell, the bitter arrow fixed.

Bright scarlet blood-gouts staining the pure plumei

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Which seeing, Prince Siddartha took the bird Tenderly up, rested it in his lap — Sitting with knees crossed, as Lord Buddha sits — And, soothing with a touch the wild thing's fright, Composed its ruffled vans, calmed its quick <lieart, Caressed it into peace with light kind palms As soft as plantain-leaves an hour unrolled ; And while the left hand held, the right hand drew The cruel steel forth from the wound and laid Cool leaves and healing honey on the smart. Yet all so little knew the boy of pain That curiously into his wrist he pressed The arrow's barb, and winced to feel it sting, And turned with tears to soothe his bird again.

Then some one came who said, " My Prince hath shot A swan, which fell among the roses here. He bids me pray you send it. Will you send ? * *^ Nay," quoth Siddartha, " if the bird were dead To send it to the slayer might be well, But the swan lives ; my cousin hath but killed The god-like speed which throl)bed in this white wing." And Devadatta answered, "The wild thing, Living or dead, is his who fetched it down ; 'Twas no man's in the clouds, but fall'n 'tis mine, Give me my prize, fair Cousin." Then our Lord Laid the swan's neck beside his own smooth cheek And gravely spake, " Say no ! the bird is mine, The first of myriad things which shall be mine By right of mercy and love's lordliness. For now I know, by what within me stirs. That I shall teach compassion unto men t

And be a speechless world's interpreter,

Abating this accursed flood of woe,

Not man's alone ; but, if the Prince disputes,

Let him submit this matter to the wise

And we will wait their word." So was it done ;

In full divan " the business had debate,

And many thought this thing and many that,

Till there arose an unknown priest who r;aid,

"If life be aught, the savior of a life

Owns more the living thing than he can own

Who sought to slay — the slayer spoils and wastes.

The cherisher sustains, give him the bird : "

Which judgment all found just ; but when the King

Sought out the sage for honor, he was gone ;

And some one saw a hooded snake ''^ glide forth, —

The gods come ofttimes thus ! So our Lord Buddh

Began his works of mercy.

Yet not more Knew he as yet of grief than that one bird's, Which, being healed, went joyous to its kind. But on another day the King said, "Come, Sweet son ! and see the pleasaunce of the spring. And how the fruitful earth is wooed to yield Its riches to the reaper ; how my realm — Which shall be thine when the pile flames for me'^ — Feeds all its mouths and keeps the King s chest filled. Fair is the season with new leaves, bright blooms, Green grass, and cries of plough-time." So they rode Into a land of wells and gardens, where, All up and down the lich red loam, the steers Strained their strong shoulders in the cloaking yoke

BOOK THE FIRST. 2S Dragging the ploughs ; the fat soil rose and rolled

In smooth dark waves back from the plough ; who drove

Planted both feet upon the leaping share

To make the furrow deep ; among the palms

The tinkle of the rippling water rang,

And where it ran the glad earth 'broidered it '

With balsams and the spears of lemon-grass.

Elsewhere were sowers who went forth to sow ;

And all the jungle laughed with nesting-songs,

And all the thickets rustled with small life

Of lizard, bee, beetle, and creeping things

Pleased at the spring-time. In the mango-sprays^

The sun-birJs^^ flashed ; alone at his green forge

Toiled the loud coppersmith ; bee-eaters hawked

Chasing the purple butterflies ; beneath,

Striped squirrels raced, the mynas^^ perked and picked

The nine brown sisters chattered in the thorn,

The pied fish-tiger hung above the pool,

The egrets®^ stalked among the buffaloes,

The kites sailed circles in the golden air ;

About the painted temple peacocks flew,^

The blue doves cooed from every well, far off^

The village drums^^ beat for some marriage-feast ;

All things spoke peace and plenty, and the Prince

Saw and rejoiced. But, looking deep, he saw

The thorns which grow upon this rose of life :

How the swart peasant sweated for his wage,

Toiling for leave to live ; and how he urged

The great-eyed oxen through the flaming hours,

Goading their velvet flanks : then marked he, too,

How lizard fed on ant, and snake on him,

And kite on both ; and how the fish-hawk robbed

The fish-tiger of that which it had seized ;

The shrike chasing the bulbul,®^ which did chase '

The jeweled butterflies ; till everywhere

Each slew a slayer and in turn was slain,

Life living upon death. So the fair show

Veiled one vast, savage, grim conspiracy

Of mutual murder, from the worm to man,

Who himself kills his fellow ; seeing which —

The hungry ploughman and his laboring kine.

Their dewlaps blistered with the bitter yoke,

The rage to live which makes all living strife —

The Prince Siddartha sighed. " Is this," he said,

"That happy earth they brought me forth to see?

How salt with sweat the peasant's bread ! how liard

The oxen's service ! in the brake how fierce

The war of weak and strong ! i' th' air what plots !

No refuge e'en in water. Go aside

A space, and let me muse on what ye show."

So saying, the good Lord Buddha seated him

Under a jambu-tree,®^ with ankles crossed —

A.S holy statues sit — and first began

To meditate this deep disease of life,

What its far source and whence its remedy.

So vast a pity filled him, such wide love

For living things, such passion to heal pain,

That by their stress his princely spirit passed

To ecstasy, and, purged from mortal taint

Of sense and self, the boy attained thereat

Dhydna,®^ first step of "the path."

There flew

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High overhead that hour five holy ones, Whose free wings falteied as they passed the tree. j "What power superior draws us from our flight? ** They asked, for spirits feel all force divine, And know the sacred presence of the pure. Then, looking downward, they beheld the Buddh Crowned with a rose-hued aureole, intent On thoughts to save ; while from the grove a voice Cried, " Rishis l"' this is He shall help the world. Descend and worship." So the Bright Ones came And sang a song of praise, folding their wings. Then journeyed on, taking good news to Gods.

But certain from the King seeking the Prince Found him still musing, though the noon was past. And the sun hastened to the western hills : Yet, while all shadows moved, the jambu-tree's Stayed in one quarter, overspreading him, Lest the sloped rays should strike that sacred head ; And he who saw this sight heard a voice say, Amid the blossoms of the rose-apple, " Let be the King's son ! till the shadow goes Forth from his heart my shadow will not shift/*

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Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years, The King commanded that there should be built Three stately houses, one of hewn square beams With cedar lining, warm for winter days ; One of veined marbles, cool for summer heat ; And one of burned bricks, with blue tiles bedecked. Pleasant at seed-time, when the champaks^ bud — Subha,^ Suramma,^ Ramma,^ were their names. Delicious gardens round about them bloomed, Streams wandered wild and musky thickets stretched. With many a bright pavilion and fair lawn In midst of which Siddartha strayed at will, Some new delight provided every hour ; And happy hours he knew, for life was rich. With youthful blood at quickest ; yet still came The shadows of his meditation back.

As the lake's silver dulls with driving clouds.

Which the King marking, called his Ministers : " Bethink ye, sirs ! how the old Rishi spake," He said, " and what my dream-readers foretold. This boy, more dear to me than mine heart's blood,

BOOK THE SECOND. 2$ Shall be of universal dominance

Trampling the neck of all his enemies,

A King of kings — and this is in my heart ; —

Or he shall tread the sad and lowly path

Of self-denial and of pious pains, ^,

Gaining who knows what good, when all is lost

Worth keeping ; and to this his wistful eyes

Do still incline amid my palaces.

But ye are sage, and ye will counsel me ;

How may his feet be turned to that proud road

Where they should walk, and all fair signs come true

Which gave him Earth to rule, if he would rule?"

The eldest answered, " Maharaja ! ^ love Will cure these thin distempers ; weave the spell Of woman's wiles about his idle heart.

What knows this noble boy of beauty yet, Eyes that make heaven forgot, and lips of balm ? Find him soft wives and pretty playfellows ; The thoughts ye cannot stay with brazen chains A girl's hair lightly binds."

And all thought good, But the King answered, " If we seek him wives. Love chooseth ofttimes with another eye ; And if we bid range Beauty's garden round, To pluck what blossom pleases, he will smile And sweetly shun the joy he knows not of." Then said another, "Roams the barasingh^ Until the fated arrow flies ; for him, As for less lordly spirits, some one charms. Some face will seem a Paradise, some form Fairer than pale Dawn when she wakes the world.