Canto 16The Rishi

Book 3. Part Three - Baroda and Bengal Circa 1900 – 1909

Baroda and Bengal, c. 1900–1909

The Rishi

King Manu in the former ages of the world, when the

Arctic continent still subsisted, seeks knowledge from

5the Rishi of the Pole, who after long baffling him with

conflicting side-lights of the knowledge, reveals to him

what it chiefly concerns man to know.

MANU

Rishi who trance-held on the mountains old

10Art slumbering, void

Of sense or motion, for in the spirit’s hold

Of unalloyed

Immortal bliss thou dreamst protected! Deep

Let my voice glide

15Into thy dumb retreat and break thy sleep

Abysmal. Hear!

The frozen snows that heap thy giant bed

Ice-cold and clear,

The chill and desert heavens above thee spread

20Vast, austere,

Are not so sharp but that thy warm limbs brook

Their bitter breath,

Are not so wide as thy immense outlook

On life and death:

25Their vacancy thy silent mind and bright

Outmeasureth.

But ours are blindly active and thy light

We have forgone.

RISHI

30Who art thou, warrior arm`ed gloriously

Like the sun?

Thy gait is as an empire and thine eye

Dominion.

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35MANU

King Manu, of the Aryan peoples lord,

Greets thee, Sage.

RISHI

I know thee, King, earth to whose sleepless sword

40Was heritage.

The high Sun’s distant glories gave thee forth

On being’s edge:

Where the slow skies of the auroral North

Lead in the morn

45And flaming dawns for ever on heaven’s verge

Wheel and turn,

Thundering remote the clamorous Arctic surge

Saw thee born.

There ’twas thy lot these later Fates to build,

50This race of man

New-fashion. O watcher with the mountains wild,

The icy plain,

Thee I too, asleep, have watched, both when the Pole

Was brightening wan

55And when like a wild beast the darkness stole

Prowling and slow

Alarming with its silent march the soul.

O King, I know

Thy purpose; for the vacant ages roll

60Since man below

Conversed with God in friendship. Thou, reborn

For men perplexed,

Seekest in this dim aeon and forlorn

With evils vexed

65The vanished light. For like this Arctic land

Death has annexed

To sleep, our being’s summits cold and grand

Where God abides,

Repel the tread of thought. I too, O King,

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In winds and tides

Have sought Him, and in armies thundering,

And where Death strides

Over whole nations. Action, thought and peace

75Were questioned, sleep,

And waking, but I had no joy of these,

Nor ponderings deep,

And pity was not sweet enough, nor good

My will could keep.

80Often I found Him for a moment, stood

Astonished, then

It fell from me. I could not hold the bliss,

The force for men,

My brothers. Beauty ceased my heart to please,

85Brightness in vain

Recalled the vision of the light that glows

Suns behind:

I hated the rich fragrance of the rose;

Weary and blind,

90I tired of the suns and stars; then came

With broken mind

To heal me of the rash devouring flame,

The dull disease,

And sojourned with this mountain’s summits bleak,

95These frozen seas.

King, the blind dazzling snows have made me meek,

Cooled my unease.

Pride could not follow, nor the restless will

Come and go;

100My mind within grew holy, calm and still

Like the snow.

MANU

O thou who wast with chariots formidable

And with the bow!

105Voiceless and white the cold unchanging hill,

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Has it then

A mightier presence, deeper mysteries

Than human men?

110The warm low hum of crowds, towns, villages,

The sun and rain,

The village maidens to the water bound,

The happy herds,

The fluting of the shepherd lads, the sound

115Myriad of birds,

Speak these not clearer to the heart, convey

More subtle words?

Here is but great dumb night, an awful day

Inert and dead.

120RISHI

The many’s voices fill the listening ear,

Distract the head:

The One is silence; on the snows we hear

Silence tread.

125MANU

What hast thou garnered from the crags that lour,

The icy field?

RISHI

O King, I spurned this body’s death; a Power

130There was, concealed,

That raised me. Rescued from the pleasant bars

Our longings build,

My wing`ed soul went up above the stars

Questing for God.

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MANU

Oh, didst thou meet Him then? in what bright field

Upon thy road?

RISHI

140I asked the heavenly wanderers as they wheeled

For His abode.

MANU

Could glorious Saturn and his rings of hue

Direct thy flight?

145RISHI

Sun could not tell, nor any planet knew

Its source of light,

Nor could I glean that knowledge though I paced

The world’s beyond

150And into outer nothingness have gazed.

Time’s narrow sound

I crossed, the termless flood where on the Snake

One slumbers throned,

Attempted. But the ages from Him break

155Blindly and Space

Forgets its origin. Then I returned

Where luminous blaze

Deathless and ageless in their ease unearned

The ethereal race.

160MANU

Did the gods tell thee? Has Varuna seen

The high God’s face?

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RISHI

165How shall they tell of Him who marvel at sin

And smile at grief?

MANU

Did He not send His blissful Angels down

For thy relief?

170RISHI

The Angels know Him not, who fear His frown,

Have fixed belief.

MANU

Is there no heaven of eternal light

175Where He is found?

RISHI

The heavens of the Three have beings bright

Their portals round,

And I have journeyed to those regions blest,

180Those hills renowned.

In Vishnu’s house where wide Love builds his nest,

My feet have stood.

MANU

Is he not That, the blue-winged Dove of peace,

185Father of Good?

RISHI

Nor Brahma, though the suns and hills and seas

Are called his brood.

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190MANU

Is God a dream then? are the heavenly coasts

Visions vain?

RISHI

I came to Shiva’s roof; the flitting ghosts

195Compelled me in.

MANU

ls He then God whom the forsaken seek,

Things of sin?

RISHI

200He sat on being’s summit grand, a peak

Immense of fire.

MANU

Knows He the secret of release from tears

And from desire?

205RISHI

His voice is the last murmur silence hears,

Tranquil and dire.

MANU

The silence calls us then and shall enclose?

210RISHI

Our true abode

Is here and in the pleasant house He chose

To harbour God.

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215MANU

In vain thou hast travelled the unwonted stars

And the void hast trod!

RISHI

King, not in vain. I knew the tedious bars

220That I had fled,

To be His arms whom I have sought; I saw

How earth was made

Out of His being; I perceived the Law,

The Truth, the Vast,

225From which we came and which we are; I heard

The ages past

Whisper their history, and I knew the Word

That forth was cast

Into the unformed potency of things

230To build the suns.

Through endless Space and on Time’s iron wings

A rhythm runs

Our lives pursue, and till the strain’s complete

That now so moans

235And falters, we upon this greenness meet,

That measure tread.

MANU

Is earth His seat? this body His poor hold

Infirmly made?

240RISHI

I flung off matter like a robe grown old;

Matter was dead.

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MANU

245Sages have told of vital force behind:

It is God then?

RISHI

The vital spirits move but as a wind

Within men.

250MANU

Mind then is lord that like a sovereign sways

Delight and pain?

RISHI

Mind is His wax to write and, written, rase

255Form and name.

MANU

Is Thought not He who has immortal eyes

Time cannot dim?

RISHI

260Higher, O King, the still voice bade me rise

Than thought’s clear dream.

Deep in the luminous secrecy, the mute

Profound of things,

Where murmurs never sound of harp or lute

265And no voice sings,

Light is not, nor our darkness, nor these bright

Thunderings,

In the deep steady voiceless core of white

And burning bliss,

270The sweet vast centre and the cave divine

Called Paradise,

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He dwells within us all who dwells not in

Aught that is.

275MANU

Rishi, thy thoughts are like the blazing sun

Eye cannot face.

How shall our souls on that bright awful One

Hope even to gaze

280Who lights the world from His eternity

With a few rays?

RISHI

Dare on thyself to look, thyself art He,

O Aryan, then.

285There is no thou nor I, beasts of the field,

Nor birds, nor men,

But flickerings on a many-sided shield

Pass, or remain,

And this is winged and that with poisonous tongue

290Hissing coils.

We love ourselves and hate ourselves, are wrung

With woes and toils

To slay ourselves or from ourselves to win

Shadowy spoils.

295And through it all, the rumour and the din,

Voices roam,

Voices of harps, voices of rolling seas,

That rarely come

And to our inborn old affinities

300Call us home.

Shadows upon the many-sided Mind

Arrive and go,

Shadows that shadows see; the vain pomps wind

Above, below,

305While in their hearts the single mighty God

Whom none can know,

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Guiding the mimic squadrons with His nod

Watches it all —

310Like transient shapes that sweep with half-guessed truth

A luminous wall.

MANU

Alas! is life then vain? Our gorgeous youth

Lithe and tall,

315Our sweet fair women with their tender eyes

Outshining stars,

The mighty meditations of the wise,

The grandiose wars,

The blood, the fiery strife, the clenched dead hands,

320The circle sparse,

The various labour in a hundred lands,

Are all these shows

To please some audience cold? as in a vase

Lily and rose,

325Mixed snow and crimson, for a moment blaze

Till someone throws

The withered petals in some outer dust,

Heeding not, —

The virtuous man made one with the unjust,

330Is this our lot?

RISHI

O King, sight is not vain, nor any sound.

Weeds that float

Upon a puddle and the majestic round

335Of the suns

Are thoughts eternal, — what man loves to laud

And what he shuns;

Through glorious things and base the wheel of God

For ever runs.

340O King, no thought is vain; our very dreams

Substantial are;

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The light we see in fancy, yonder gleams

In the star.

345MANU

Rishi, are we both dreams and real? the near

Even as the far?

RISHI

Dreams are we not, O King, but see dreams, fear

350Therefore and strive.

Like poets in a wondrous world of thought

Always we live,

Whose shapes from out ourselves to being brought

Abide and thrive.

355The poet from his vast and labouring mind

Brings brilliant out

A living world; forth into space they wind,

The shining rout,

And hate and love, and laugh and weep, enjoy,

360Fight and shout,

King, lord and beggar, tender girl and boy,

Foemen, friends;

So to His creatures God’s poetic mind

A substance lends.

365The Poet with dazzling inspiration blind,

Until it ends,

Forgets Himself and lives in what He forms;

For ever His soul

Through chaos like a wind creating storms,

370Till the stars roll

Through ordered space and the green lands arise,

The snowy Pole,

Ocean and this great heaven full of eyes,

And sweet sounds heard,

375Man with his wondrous soul of hate and love,

And beast and bird, —

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Yes, He creates the worlds and heaven above

With a single word;

380And these things being Himself are real, yet

Are they like dreams,

For He awakes to self He could forget

In what He seems.

Yet, King, deem nothing vain: through many veils

385This Spirit gleams.

The dreams of God are truths and He prevails.

Then all His time

Cherish thyself, O King, and cherish men,

Anchored in Him.

390MANU

Upon the silence of the sapphire main

Waves that sublime

Rise at His word and when that fiat’s stilled

Are hushed again,

395So is it, Rishi, with the Spirit concealed,

Things and men?

RISHI

Hear then the truth. Behind this visible world

The eyes see plain,

400Another stands, and in its folds are curled

Our waking dreams.

Dream is more real, which, while here we wake,

Unreal seems.

From that our mortal life and thoughts we take.

405Its fugitive gleams

Are here made firm and solid; there they float

In a magic haze,

Melody swelling note on absolute note,

A lyric maze,

410Beauty on beauty heaped pell-mell to chain

The enchanted gaze,

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Thought upon mighty thought with grandiose strain

Weaving the stars.

415This is that world of dream from which our race

Came; by these bars

Of body now enchained, with laggard pace,

Borne down with cares,

A little of that rapture to express

420We labour hard,

A little of that beauty, music, thought

With toil prepared;

And if a single strain is clearly caught,

Then our reward

425Is great on earth, and in the world that floats

Lingering awhile

We hear the fullness and the jarring notes

Reconcile, —

Then travel forwards. So we slowly rise,

430And every mile

Of our long journey mark with eager eyes;

So we progress

With gurge of revolution and recoil,

Slaughter and stress

435Of anguish because without fruit we toil,

Without success;

Even as a ship upon the stormy flood

With fluttering sails

Labours towards the shore; the angry mood

440Of Ocean swells,

Calms come and favouring winds, but yet afar

The harbour pales

In evening mists and Ocean threatens war:

Such is our life.

445Of this be sure, the mighty game goes on,

The glorious strife,

Until the goal predestined has been won.

Not on the cliff

To be shattered has our ship set forth of old,

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Nor in the surge

To founder. Therefore, King, be royal, bold,

And through the urge

Of winds, the reboant thunders and the close

455Tempestuous gurge

Press on for ever laughing at the blows

Of wind and wave.

The haven must be reached; we rise from pyre,

We rise from grave,

460We mould our future by our past desire,

We break, we save,

We find the music that we could not find,

The thought think out

We could not then perfect, and from the mind

465That brilliant rout

Of wonders marshal into living forms.

End then thy doubt;

Grieve not for wounds, nor fear the violent storms,

For grief and pain

470Are errors of the clouded soul; behind

They do not stain

The living spirit who to these is blind.

Torture, disdain,

Defeat and sorrow give him strength and joy:

475’Twas for delight

He sought existence, and if pains alloy,

’Tis here in night

Which we call day. The Yogin knows, O King,

Who in his might

480Travels beyond the mind’s imagining,

The worlds of dream.

For even they are shadows, even they

Are not, — they seem.

Behind them is a mighty blissful day

485From which they stream.

The heavens of a million creeds are these:

Peopled they teem

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By creatures full of joy and radiant ease.

490There is the mint

From which we are the final issue, types

Which here we print

In dual letters. There no torture grips,

Joy cannot stint

495Her streams, — beneath a more than mortal sun

Through golden air

The spirits of the deathless regions run.

But we must dare

To still the mind into a perfect sleep

500And leave this lair

Of gross material flesh which we would keep

Always, before

The guardians of felicity will ope

The golden door.

505That is our home and that the secret hope

Our hearts explore.

To bring those heavens down upon the earth

We all descend,

And fragments of it in the human birth

510We can command.

Perfect millenniums are sometimes, until

In the sweet end

All secret heaven upon earth we spill,

Then rise above

515Taking mankind with us to the abode

Of rapturous Love,

The bright epiphany whom we name God,

Towards whom we drove

In spite of weakness, evil, grief and pain.

520He stands behind

The worlds of Sleep; He is and shall remain

When they grow blind

To individual joys; for even these

Are shadows, King,

525And gloriously into that lustre cease

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From which they spring.

We are but sparks of that most perfect fire,

Waves of that sea:

530From Him we come, to Him we go, desire

Eternally,

And so long as He wills, our separate birth

Is and shall be.

Shrink not from life, O Aryan, but with mirth

535And joy receive

His good and evil, sin and virtue, till

He bids thee leave.

But while thou livest, perfectly fulfil

Thy part, conceive

540Earth as thy stage, thyself the actor strong,

The drama His.

Work, but the fruits to God alone belong,

Who only is.

Work, love and know, — so shall thy spirit win

545Immortal bliss.

Love men, love God. Fear not to love, O King,

Fear not to enjoy;

For Death’s a passage, grief a fancied thing

Fools to annoy.

550From self escape and find in love alone

A higher joy.

MANU

O Rishi, I have wide dominion,

The earth obeys

555And heaven opens far beyond the sun

Her golden gaze.

But Him I seek, the still and perfect One, —

The Sun, not rays.