The Rakshasas, in dread

At sight of Thee, are sped

To all four quarters; and the company

Of Siddhas sound Thy name. How should they not proclaim Thy Majesties, Divinest, Mightiest?

Thou Brahm, than Brahma greater!

Thou Infinite Creator!

Thou God of gods, Life's Dwelling-place and Rest!

Thou, of all souls the Soul!
The Comprehending Whole!

Of Being formed, and formless Being the Framer;
O Utmost One! O Lord!

Older than eld, Who stored

The worlds with wealth of life. O Treasure-claimed.

Who wottest all, and art
Wisdom Thyself! O Part

In all, and all, for all from Thee have risen!
Numberless now I see

The aspects are of Thee!

Vayu Thou art, and He who keeps the prison

Of Narak, Yama dark,
And Agni's shining spark.

Varuna's waves are Thy waves.
Are Thine! Prajâpati

Art Thou, and 'tis to Thee

Moon and star-light

Men kneel in worshipping the old world's far light,

The first of mortal men.
Again, Thou God! again

A thousand thousand times be magnified!

Honor and worship be

Glory and praise, to Thee

Namô, Namaste, cried on every side.

• The wind.

Cried here, above, below,

Uttered when Thou dost go,

Uttered when Thou dost come! Namô! we call.

Namôstu! God adored!

Hail to Thee! Praise to Thee! Thou One in all.

For Thou art All! Yea, Thou!

Ah! if in anger now

Thou shouldst remember I did think Thee Friend,
Speaking with easy speech,

As men use each to each;

Did call Thee "Krishna," "Prince," nor comprehend

Thy hidden majesty,

The might, the awe of Thee;
Did, in my heedlessness, or in my love,

On journey, or in jest,

Or when we lay at rest,

Sitting at council, straying in the grove,

Alone, or in the throng,

Do Thee, most Holy wrong,

Be Thy grace granted for that witless sin!
For Thou art now I know,

Father of all below,

Of all above, of all the worlds within,

Guru of Gurus, more

To reverence and adore
Than all which is adorable and high!
How, in the wide worlds three
Should any equal be?

Shall any other share Thy majesty?

Therefore, with body bent

And reverent intent,

I praise, and serve, and seek Thee, asking grace.

As father to a son,

As friend to friend, as one

Who loveth to his lover, turn Thy face

In gentleness on me!

Good is it I did see

This unknown marvel of Thy Form! But fear
Mingles with joy! Retake,

Dear Lord! for pity's sake

Thine earthly shape, which earthly eyes may bear!

Be merciful, and show

The visage that I know;

Let me regard Thee, as of yore, arrayed
With disc and forehead-gem,

With mace and anedem,

Thou who sustainest all things! Undismayed

Let me once more behold

The form I loved of old,

Thou of the thousand arms and countless eyes!
My frightened heart is fain

To see restored again

The Charioteer, my Krishna's kind disguise.

KRISHNA:

Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well, The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold, Which none save thou in all the years had favor to behold:

For not by Vedas cometh this, nor sacrifice, nor alms,

Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers nor chaunted psalms,

That mortal eyes should bear to view the Immortal Soul unclad,

Prince of the Kurus! This was kept for thee alone! Be

glad!

Let no more trouble shake thy heart because thine

seen

My terror with My glory. As I before have been

eyes have

So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold! Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of

old!

SANJAYA:

These words to Arjuna spake
Vâsudev, and straight did take
Back again the semblance dear
Of the well-loved charioteer;
Peace and joy it did restore
When the Prince beheld once more
Mighty BRAHMA's form and face
Clothed in Krishna's gentle grace.

ARJUNA:

Now that I see come back, Janardana!
This friendly human frame, my mind can think
Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again!

KRISHNA:

Yea! it was wonderful and terrible

To view me as thou didst, dear Prince! The gods Dread and desire continually to view!

Yet not by Vedas, nor from sacrifice,

Nor penance, nor gift-giving, nor with prayer
Shall any so behold, as thou hast seen!
Only by fullest service, perfect faith,
And uttermost surrender am I known

And seen, and entered into, Indian Prince!
Who doeth all for Me; who findeth Me

In all; adoreth always; loveth all

Which I have made, and Me, for Love's sole end,

That man, Arjuna! unto Me doth wend.

Here endeth Chapter XI. of the Bhagavad-Gîtâ,
entitled " Viswarupdarsanam," or "The
Book of the Manifesting of the One
and Manifold"

CHAPTER XII

ARJUNA:

LORD! of the men who serve Thee-true in heartAs God revealed; and of the men who serve, Worshipping Thee Unrevealed, Unbodied, far, Which take the better way of faith and life?

KRISHNA:

Whoever serve Me-as I show Myself-
Constantly true, in full devotion fixed,
These hold I very holy. But who serve-
Worshipping Me The One, The Invisible,
The Unrevealed, Unnamed, Unthinkable,
Uttermost, All-pervading, Highest, Sure-
Who thus adore Me, mastering their sense,
Of one set mind to all, glad in all good,
These blessed souls come unto Me.

Yet, hard

The travail is for whoso bend their minds
To reach th' Unmanifest. That viewless path
Shall scarce be trod by man bearing his flesh!
But whereso any doeth all his deeds,
Renouncing self in Me, full of Me, fixed
To serve only the Highest, night and day
Musing on Me-him will I swiftly lift

Forth from life's ocean of distress and death
Whose soul clings fast to Me. Cling thou to

Me!

Clasp Me with heart and mind! so shalt thou dwell

Surely with Me on high. But if thy thought Droops from such height; if thou be'st weak

to set

Body and soul upon Me constantly,

Despair not! give Me lower service! seek