{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2939", "width": "1872", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap, Copyright No.\\n430\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2741", "width": "1669", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2741", "width": "1669", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2741", "width": "1669", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2741", "width": "1669", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2741", "width": "1669", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2741", "width": "1669", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "Sir Edwin Arnold.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT\\nThe Grcat Renunciation\\nBY\\nfeJpDWIN ARNOL\\nm\\nCONKEY COMPANY A\\nPUBLISHERS JM\\nsJw L", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "3G096\\nLibrary of Conyrese\\nT wo Copies Received\\nAUG 18 1900\\nCopyright entry\\nSECOND COPY.\\nDfrHverad to\\nORDER DIVISION,\\nAUG 37 1900\\nCopyright, 1900, by W. B. Conkey Company.\\n68710", "height": "2726", "width": "1690", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nIn the following Poem, I have sought, by\\nthe medium of an imaginary Buddhist votary,\\nto depict the life and character and indicate\\nthe philosophy of that noble hero and reformer,\\nPrince Gautama of India, the founder of Budd-\\nhism.\\nA generation ago little or nothing was\\nknown in Europe of this great faith of Asia,\\nwhich had nevertheless existed during twenty-\\nfour centuries, and at this day surpasses, in\\nthe number of its followers and the area of its\\nprevalence,- any other form of creed. Four\\nhundred and seventy millions of our race live\\nand die in the tenets of Gautama; and the\\nspiritual dominions of this ancient teacher ex-\\ntend, at the present time, from Nepaul and\\nCeylon over the whole Eastern Peninsula to\\nChina, Japan, Thibet, Central Asia, Siberia,\\nand even Swedish Lapland. India itself might\\nfairly be included in this magnificent empire\\nof belief, for though the profession of Budd-\\nhism has for the most part passed away from\\n3", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "4 PREFACE.\\nthe land of its birth, the mark of Gautama s\\nsublime teaching is stamped ineffaceably upon\\nmodern Brahminism, and the most character-\\nistic habits and convictions of the Hindus are\\nclearly due to the benign influence of Buddha s\\nprecepts. More than a third of mankind, there-\\nfore, owe their moral and religious ideas to\\nthis illustrious prince, whose personality,\\nthough imperfectly revealed in the existing\\nsources of information, cannot but appear the\\nhighest, gentlest, holiest, and most beneficent,\\nwith one exception, in the history of Thought.\\nDiscordant in frequent particulars, and sorely\\noverlaid by corruptions, inventions, and mis-\\nconceptions, the Buddhistical books yet agree\\nin the one point of recording nothing no single\\nact or word which mars the perfect purity\\nand tenderness of this Indian teacher, who\\nunited the truest princely qualities with the\\nintellect of a sage and the passionate devotion\\nof a martyr. Even M. Barthelemy St. Hilaire,\\ntotally misjudging, as he does, many points of\\nBuddhism, is well cited by Professor Max\\nMiiller as saying of Prince Siddartha, Sa vie\\nn a point de tache. Son constant heroisme\\negale sa conviction; et si la theorie qu il pre-\\nconise est fausse, les examples personnels qu il\\ndonne sont irreprochables. II est le modele", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. 5\\nacheve de toutes les vertus qu il preche son\\nabnegation, sa charite, son inalterable douceur\\nne se dementent point un seul instant. II\\nprepare silencieusement sa doctrine par six\\nannees de retaite et de meditation il la pro-\\npage par la seule puissance de la parole et de la\\npersuasion pendant plus d un demi-siecle, et\\nquand il meurt entre les bras de ses disciples,\\nc est avec la serenite d un sage qui a pratique\\nle bien toute sa vie, et qui est assure d avoir\\ntrouve le vrai. To Gautama has conse-\\nquently been given this stupendous conquest\\nof humanity; and though he discountenanced\\nritual, and declared himself, even when on the\\nthreshold of Nirvana, to be only what all other\\nmen might become the love and gratitude of\\nAsia, disobeying his mandate, have given him\\nfervent worship. Forests of flowers are daily\\nlaid upon his stainless shrines, and countless\\nmillions of lips daily repeat the formula, I\\ntake refuge in Buddha!\\nThe Buddha of this poem if, as need not\\nbe doubted, he really existed was born on\\nthe borders of Nepaul, about 620 b. c, and died\\nabout 543 b. c. at Kusinagara in Oudh. In\\npoint of age, therefore, most other creeds are\\nyouthful compared with this venerable relig-\\nion, which has in it the eternity of a universal", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "6 PREFACE.\\nhope, the immortality of a boundless love, an\\nindescribable element of faith in final good,\\nand the proudest assertion ever made of human\\nfreedom. The extravagances which disfigure\\nthe record and practice of Buddhism are to be\\nreferred to that inevitable degradation which\\npriesthoods always inflict upon great ideas com-\\nmitted to their charge. The power and sub-\\nlimity of Gautama s original doctrines should\\nbe estimated by their influence, not by their\\ninterpreters nor by that innocent but lazy and\\nceremonious church which has arisen on the\\nfoundations of the Buddhistic Brotherhood or\\nSangha.\\nI have put my poem into a Buddhist s\\nmouth, because, to apppreciate the spirit of\\nAsiatic thought, they should be regarded\\nfrom the Oriental point of view and neither\\nthe miracles which consecrate this record, nor\\nthe philosophy which it embodies, could have\\nbeen otherwise so naturally reproduced. The\\ndoctrine of Transmigration, for instance start-\\nling to modern minds was established and\\nthoroughly accepted by the Hindus of Buddha s\\ntime, that period when Jerusalem was being\\ntaken by Nebuchadnezzar, when Nineveh was\\nfalling to the Medes, and Marseilles was\\nfounded by the Phocseans. The exposition", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. 7\\nhere offered of so antique a system is of neces-\\nsity incomplete, and in obedience to the laws\\nof poetic art passes rapidly by many matters\\nphilosophically most important, as well as over\\nthe long ministry of Gautama. But my pur-\\npose has been obtained if any just conception\\nbe here conveyed of the lofty character of this\\nnoble prince, and of the general purport of his\\ndoctrines. As to these there has arisen prodig-\\nious controversy among the erudite, who will\\nbe aware that I have taken the imperfect\\nBuddhistic citations much as they stand in\\nSpence Hardy s work, and have also modified\\nmore than one passage in the received narra-\\ntives. The views, however, here indicated of\\nNirvana, Dharma, Karma, and the\\nother chief features of Buddhism, are at least\\nthe fruits of considerable study, and also of a\\nfirm conviction that a third of mankind would\\nnever have been brought to believe in blank\\nabstractions, or in Nothingness as the issue\\nand crown of Being.\\nFinally, in reverence to the illustrious Pro-\\nmulgator of this Light of Asia, and in hom-\\nage to the many eminent scholars who have de-\\nvoted noble labors to his memory, for which\\nboth repose and ability are wanting to me, I\\nbeg that the shortcomings of my too-hurried", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 PREFACE.\\nstudy may be forgiven. It has been composed\\nin the brief intervals of days without leisure,\\nbut is inspired by an abiding desire to aid in\\nthe better mutual knowledge of East and West.\\nThe time may come, I hope, when this book\\nand my Indian Song of Songs will preserve\\nthe memory of one who loved India and the\\nIndian peoples.\\nEdwin Arnold, C. S. I.\\nLondon, July, 1879.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA,\\nBOOK THE FIRST.\\nThe Scripture of the Saviour of the World,\\nLord Buddha Prince Siddartha styled on\\nearth\\nIn Earth and Heavens and Hells Incomparable,\\nAll honored, Wisest, Best, most Pitiful\\nThe Teacher of Nirvana and the Law.\\nThus came he to be born again for men.\\nBelow the highest sphere four Regents sit\\nWho rule our world, and under them are zones\\nNearer, but high, where saintliest spirits dead\\nWait thrice ten thousand years, then live again\\nAnd on Lord Buddha, waiting in that sky,\\nCame for our sakes the five sure signs of birth*\\nSo that the Devas knew the signs, and said\\nBuddha will go again to help the World.\\nYea! spake He, now I go to help the World\\nThis last of many times for birth and death\\n9", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "10 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nEnd hence for me and those who learn my\\nLaw.\\nI will go down among the Sakyas,\\nUnder the southward snows of Himalay,\\nWhere pious people live and a just King.\\nThat night the wife of King Suddhodana,\\nMaya the Queen, asleep beside her Lord,\\nDreamed a strange dream; dreamed that a\\nstar from Heaven\\nSplendid, six-rayed, in color rosy-pearl,\\nWhereof the token was an Elephant\\nSix-tusked and whiter than Vahuka s milk\\nShot through the void and, shining into her,\\nEntered her womb upon the right. Awaked,\\nBliss beyond mortal mother s filled her breast,\\nAnd over half the earth a lovely light\\nForewent the morn. The strong hills shook;\\nthe waves\\nSank lulled all flowers that blow by day came\\nforth\\nAs twere high noon; down to the farthest hells\\nPassed the Queen s joy, as when warm sun-\\nshine thrills\\nWood-glooms to gold, and into all the deeps\\nA tender whisper pierced. Oh ye. it said,\\nThe dead that are to live, the live who die,\\nUprise, and hear, and hope Buddha is come", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 11\\nWhereat in Limbos numberless much peace\\nSpread, and the world s heart throbbed, and a\\nwind blew\\nWith unknown freshness over lands and seas.\\nAnd when the morning dawned, and this was\\ntold,\\nThe grey dream-readers said The dream is\\ngood!\\nThe Crab is in conjunction with the Sun\\nThe Queen shall bear a boy, a holy child\\nOf wondrous wisdom, profiting all flesh,\\nWho shall deliver men from ignorance,\\nOr rule the world, if he will deign to rule.\\nIn this wise was the holy Buddha born.\\nQueen Maya stood at noon, her days fulfilled,\\nUnder a Palsa in the Palace-grounds,\\nA stately trunk, straight as a temple-shaft,\\nWith a crown of glossy leaves and fragrant\\nblooms\\nAnd, knowing the time come for all things\\nknew\\nThe conscious tree bent down its boughs to\\nmake\\nA bower about Queen Maya s majesty,\\nAnd Earth put forth a thousand sudden flowers\\nTo spread a couch, while, ready for the bath,\\nThe rock hard by gave out a limpid stream", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "12 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nOf crystal flow. So brought she forth her\\nchild\\nPangless he having on his perfect form\\nThe marks, thirty and two, of blessed birth\\nOf which the great news to the Palace came.\\nBut when they brought the painted palanquin\\nTo fetch him home, the bearers of the poles\\nWere the four Regents of the Earth, came\\ndown\\nFrom Mount Sumeru they who write men s\\ndeeds\\nOn brazen plates the Angel of the East,\\nWhose hosts are clad in silver robes, and bear\\nTargets of pearl: the Angel of the South,\\nWhose horsemen, the Kumbhandas, ride blue\\nsteeds,\\nWith sapphire shields: the Angel of the West,\\nBy Nagas followed, riding steeds blood-red,\\nWith coral shields the Angel of the North,\\nEnvironed by his Yakshas, all in gold,\\nOn yellow horses, bearing shields of gold.\\nThese, with their pomp invisible, came down\\nAnd took the poles, in caste and outward garb\\nLike bearers, yet most mighty gods; and\\ngods\\nWalked free with men that day, though meg\\nkne\\\\i not:", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 13\\nFor Heaven was filled with gladness for Earth s\\nsake,\\nKnowing Lord Buddha thus was come again.\\nBut King Suddhodana wist not of this\\nThe portents troubled, till his dream-readers\\nAugured a Prince of earthly dominance,\\nA Chakravartin, such as rise to rule\\nOnce in each thousand years; seven gifts he\\nhas\\nThe Chakra-ratna, disc divine the gem\\nThe horse, the Aswa-ratna, that proud steed\\nWhich tramps the clouds; a snow-white ele-\\nphant,\\nThe Hasti-ratna, born to bear his king;\\nThe crafty Minister, the General\\nUnconquered, and the wife of peerless grace,\\nThe Istri-ratna, lovelier than the Dawn.\\nFor which gifts looking with this wondrous\\nboy,\\nThe King gave order that his town should keep\\nHigh festival therefore the ways were swept,\\nRose-odors sprinkled in the street, the trees\\nWere hung with lamps and flags, while merry\\ncrowds\\nGaped on the sword-players and posturers,\\nThe jugglers, charmers, swingers, rope-\\nwalkers,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThe nautch-girls in their spangled skirts and\\nbells\\nThat chime light laughter round their restless\\nfeet;\\nThe masquers wrapped in skins of bear and\\ndeer,\\nThe tiger-tamers, wrestlers, quail- fighters,\\nBeaters of drums and twanglers of the wire,\\nWho made the people happy by command.\\nMoreover from afar came merchant-men,\\nBringing, on tidings of this birth, rich gifts\\nIn golden trays; goat-shawls, and nard and\\njade,\\nTurkises, evening-sky tint, woven webs\\nSo fine twelve folds hid not a modest face\\nWaist-cloths sewn thick with pearls, and\\nsandal- wood\\nHomage from tribute cities; so they called\\nTheir Prince Savarthasiddh, All- Prospering,\\nBriefer, Siddartha.\\nMongst the strangers came\\nA grey-haired saint, Asita, one whose ears,\\nLong closed to earthly things, caught heavenly\\nsounds,\\nAnd heard a prayer beneath his peepul-tree\\nThe Devas singing songs at Buddha s birth.\\nWondrous in lore he was by age and fasts", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 15\\nHim, drawing nigh, seeming so reverend,\\nThe King saluted, and Queen Maya made\\nTo lay her babe before such holy feet\\nBut when he saw the Prince the old man cried\\nAh, Queen, not so! and thereupon he\\ntouched\\nEight times the dust, laid his waste visage\\nthere,\\nSaying, O Babe! I worship. Thou art He!\\nI see the rosy light, the foot-sole marks,\\nThe soft curled tendril of the Swastika,\\nThe sacred primal signs thirty and two,\\nThe eighty lesser tokens. Thou art Buddh,\\nAnd thou wilt preach the Law and save all\\nflesh\\nWho learn the Law, though I shall never hear,\\nDying too soon, who lately longed to die\\nHowbeit I have seen Thee. Know, O King!\\nThis is that Blossom on our human tree\\nWhich opens once in many myriad years\\nBut opened, fills the world with Wisdom s scent\\nAnd Love s dropped honey from thy royal root\\nA Heavenly Lotus springs: Ah, happy House!\\nYet not all-happy, for a sword must pierce\\nThy bowels for this boy\u00e2\u0080\u0094 whilst thou, sweet\\nQueen!\\nDear to all gods and men for this great birth,\\nHenceforth art grown too sacred for more woe,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "16 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd life is woe, therefore in seven days\\nPainless thou shalt attain the close of pain. M\\nWhich fell for on the seventh evening\\nQueen Maya smiling slept, and waked no more,\\nPassing content to Trayastrinshas- Heaven,\\nWhere countless Devas worship her and wait\\nAttendant on that radiant Motherhead.\\nBut for the Babe they found a foster- nurse.\\nPrincess Mahaprajapati her breast\\nNourished with noble milk the lips of Him\\nWhose lips comfort the Worlds.\\nWhen th eighth year passed\\nThe careful King bethought to teach his son\\nAll that a Prince should learn, for still he\\nshunned\\nThe too vast presage of those miracles,\\nThe glories and the sufferings of a Buddh.\\nSo, in full council of his Ministers,\\nWho is the wisest man, great sirs, he asked,\\nTo teach my Prince that which a Prince\\nshould know?\\nWhereto gave answer each with instant voice\\nKing! Viswamitra is the wisest one,\\nThe farthest-seen in Scriptures, and the best\\nIn learning, and the manual arts, and all.\\nThus Viswamitra came and heard commands\\nAnd, on a day found fortunate, the Prince", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 17\\nTook up his slate of ox-red sandal- wood,\\nAll-beautified by gems around the rim,\\nAnd sprinkled smooth with dust of emery,\\nThese took he, and his writing-stick, and stood\\nWith eyes bent down before the Sage, who\\nsaid,\\nChild, write this Scripture, speaking slow\\nthe verse\\nGayatri named, which only High-born\\nhear\\nOm, tatsaviturvarenyam\\nBhargo devasya dhimaki\\nDhiyo yo?ia prachodayat.\\nAcharya, I write, meekly replied\\nThe Prince, and quickly on the dust he drew\\nNot in one script, but many characters\\nThe sacred verse Nagri and Dakshin, Ni,\\nMangal, Parusha, Yava, Tirthi, Uk,\\nDarad, Sikhyani, Mana, Madhyachar,\\nThe pictured writings and the speech of signs,\\nTokens of cave-men and the sea-peoples,\\nOf those who worship snakes beneath the\\nearth,\\nAnd those who flame adore and the sun s orb,\\nThe Magians and the dwellers on the mounds\\nOf all the nations all strange scripts he traced\\nOne after other with his writing-stick,\\nReading the master s verse in every tongue;\\n2 Light of Asia", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "18 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd Viswamitra said, It is enough,\\nLet us to numbers.\\nAfter me repeat\\nYour numeration till we reach the Lakh,\\nOne, two, three, four, to ten, and then by tens\\nTo hundreds, thousands. After him the\\nchild\\nNamed digits, decades, centuries nor paused,\\nThe round lakh reached, but softly murmured\\non\\nThen comes the koti, nahut, ninnahut,\\nKhamba, viskhamba, abab, attata,\\nTo kumuds, gundhikas, and utpalas,\\nBy pundarikas unto padumas,\\nWhich last is how you count the utmost grains\\nOf Hastagiri ground to finest dust;\\nBut beyond that a numeration is,\\nThe Katha, used to count the stars at night;\\nThe Koti-Katha, for the ocean drops;\\nIngga, the calculus of circulars;\\nSarvanikchepa, by the which you deal\\nWith all the sands of Gunga, till we come\\nTo Antah-Kalpas, where the unit is\\nThe sands of ten crore Gungas. If one seeks\\nMore comprehensive scale, th arithmic mounts\\nBy the Asankya, which is the tale\\nOf all the drops that in ten thousand years\\nWould fall on all the worlds by daily rain", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 19\\nThence unto Maha Kalpas, by the which\\nThe Gods compute their future and their past.\\n11 Tis good, the Sage rejoined, Most\\nnoble Prince,\\nIf these thou know st, needs it that I should\\nteach\\nThe mensuration of the lineal?\\nHumbly the boy replied, Acharya!\\nBe pleased to hear me. Paramanus ten\\nA parasukshma make; ten of those build\\nThe trasarene, and seven trasarenes\\nOne mote s-length floating in the beam, seven\\nmotes\\nThe whisker-point of mouse, and ten of these\\nOne likhya likhyas ten a yuka, ten\\nYukas a heart of barley, which is held\\nSeven times a wasp- waist so unto the grain\\nOf mung and mustard and the barley-corn,\\nWhereof ten give the finger-joint, twelve joints\\nThe span, wherefrom we reach the cubit, staff,\\nBow-length, lance-length while twenty lengths\\nof lance\\nMete what is named a breath, which is to\\nsay\\nSuch space as man may stride with lungs\\nonce filled\\nWhereof a gow is forty, four times that", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "20 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nA yojana; and, Master! if it please,\\nI shall recite how many sun-motes lie\\nFrom end to end within a yojana.\\nThereat, with instant skill, the little Prince\\nPronounced the total of the atoms true.\\nBut Viswamitra heard it on his face\\nProstrate before the boy. For thou, he cried,\\nArt Teacher of thy teachers thou, not I,\\nArt Guru. Oh, I worship thee, sweet Prince\\nThat comest to my school only to show\\nThou knowest all without the books, and\\nknow st\\nFair reverence besides.\\nWhich reverence\\nLord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters,\\nAlbeit beyond their learning taught in speech\\nRight gentle, yet so wise princely of mien,\\nYet softly-mannered; modest, deferent,\\nAnd tender-hearted, though of fearless blood;\\nNo bolder horseman in the youthful band\\nE er rode in gay chase of the shy gazelles.\\nNo keener driver of the chariot\\nIn mimic contest scoured the Palace-courts;\\nYet in mid-play the boy would ofttimes pause,\\nLetting the deer pass free would ofttimes yield\\nHis half-won race because the laboring steeds\\nFetched painful breath; or if his princely\\nmates", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 21\\nSaddened to lose, or if some wistful dream\\nSwept o er his thoughts. And ever with the\\nyears\\nWaxed his compassionateness of our Lord,\\nEven as a great tree grows from two soft leaves\\nTo spread its shade afar; but hardly yet\\nKnew the young child of sorrow, pain or\\ntears,\\nSave as strange names for things not felt by\\nkings,\\nNor even to be felt. But it befell\\nIn the Royal garden on a day of spring,\\nA flock of wild swans passed, voyaging north\\nTo their nest-places on Himala s breast.\\nCalling in love-notes down their snowy line\\nThe bright birds flew, by fond love piloted\\nAnd Devadatta, cousin of the Prince,\\nPointed his bow, and loosed a wilful shaft\\nWhich found the wide wing of the foremost\\nswan\\nBroad-spread to glide upon the free blue road\\nSo that it fell, the bitter arrow fixed,\\nBright scarlet blood-gouts staining the pure\\nplumes.\\nWhich seeing, Prince Siddartha took the bird\\nTenderly up, rested it in his lap\\nSitting with knees crossed, as Lord Buddha\\nsits", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "22 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd, soothing with a touch the wild thing s\\nfright,\\nComposed its ruffled vans, calmed its quick\\nheart,\\nCaressed it into peace with light kind palms\\nAs soft as plaintain-leave san hour unrolled\\nAnd while the left hand held, the right hand\\ndrew\\nThe cruel steel forth from the wound and laid\\nCool leaves and healing honey on the smart.\\nYet all so little knew the boy of pain\\nThat curiously into his wrist he pressed\\nThe arrow s barb, and winced to feel it sting,\\nAnd turned with tears to soothe his bird again.\\nThen some one came who said, My Prince\\nhath shot\\nA swan, which fell among the roses here,\\nHe bids me pray you send it. Will you send?\\nNay, quoth Siddartha, if the bird were\\ndead\\nTo send it to the slayer might be well,\\nBut the swan lives my cousin hath but killed\\nThe god-like speed which throbbed in this\\nwhite wing.\\nAnd Devadatta answered, The wild thing,\\nLiving or dead, is his who fetched it down\\nTwas no man s in the clouds, but fall n tis\\nmine,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 23\\nGive me my prize, fair Cousin. Then our\\nLord\\nLaid the swan s neck beside his own smooth\\ncheek\\nAnd gravely spake, Say no! the bird is mine,\\nThe first of myriad things which shall be mine\\nBy right of mercy and love s lordliness.\\nFor now I know, by what within me stirs,\\nThat I shall teach compassion unto men\\nAnd be a speechless world s interpreter,\\nAbating this accursed flood of woe,\\nNot man s alone; but, if the Prince disputes,\\nLet him submit this matter to the wise\\nAnd we will wait their word. So was it done\\nIn full divan the business had debate,\\nAnd many thought this thing, and many that.\\nTill there arose an unknown priest who said,\\n4 If life be aught, the saviour of a life\\nOwns more the living thing than he can own\\nWho sought to slay the slayer spoils and\\nwastes,\\nThe cherisher sustains, give him the bird:\\nWhich judgment all found just; but when the\\nKing\\nSought out the sage for honor, he was gone\\nAnd some one saw a hooded snake glide forth,\\nThe gods come of times thus! So our Lord\\nBuddha", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBegan his works of mercy.\\nYet not more\\nKnew he as yet of grief than that one bird s,\\nWhich, being healed, went joyous to its kind.\\nBut on another day the King said, Come,\\nSweet son and see the pleasaunce of the spring,\\nAnd how the fruitful earth is wooed to yield\\nIts riches to the reaper how my realm\\nWhich shall be thine when the pile flames for\\nme\\nFeeds all its mouths and keeps the King s\\nchest filled.\\nFair is the season with new leaves, bright\\nblooms,\\nGreen grass, and cries of plough- time. So\\nthey rode\\nInto a land of wells and gardens, where,\\nAll up and down the rich red loam, the steers\\nStrained their strong shoulders in the creaking\\nyoke\\nDragging the ploughs; the fat soil rose and\\nrolled\\nIn smooth dark waves back from the plough\\nwho drove\\nPlanted both feet upon the leaping share\\nTo make the furrow deep among the palms\\nThe tinkle of the rippling water rang,\\nAnd where it ran the glad earth broidered it", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 25\\nWith balsams and the spears of lemon-grass.\\nElsewhere were sowers who went forth to sow\\nAnd all the jungle laughed with nesting-songs,\\nAnd all the thickets rustled with small life\\nOf lizard, bee, beetle, and creeping things\\nPleased at the spring-time. In the mango-\\nsprays\\nThe sun-birds flashed alone at his green forge\\nToiled the loud coppersmith; bee-eaters\\nhawked\\nChasing the purple butterflies beneath,\\nStriped squirrels raced, the mynas perked and\\npicked,\\nThe nine brown sisters chattered in the thorn,\\nThe pied fish-tiger hung above the pool,\\nThe egrets stalked among the buffaloes,\\nThe kites sailed circles in the golden air\\nAbout the painted temple peacocks flew,\\nThe blue doves cooed from every well, far off\\nThe village drums beat for some marriage-\\nfeast\\nAll things spoke peace and plenty, and the\\nPrince\\nSaw and rejoiced. But, looking deep, he saw\\nThe thorns which grow upon this rose of life\\nHow the swart peasant sweated for his wage,\\nToiling for leave to live and how he urged\\nThe great-eyed oxen through the flaming hours,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "26 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nGoading their velvet flanks: that marked he,\\ntoo,\\nHow lizard fed on ant, and snake on him,\\nAnd kite on both; and how the fish-hawk\\nrobbed\\nThe fish-tiger of that which it had seized\\nThe shrike chasing the bulbul, which did chase\\nThe jeweled butterflies; till everywhere\\nEach slew a slayer and in turn was slain,\\nLife living upon death. So the fair show\\nVeiled one vast, savage, grim conspiracy\\nOf mutual murder, from the worm to man,\\nWho himself kills his fellow; seeing which\\nThe hungry ploughman and his laboring kine,\\nTheir dewlaps blistered with the bitter yoke,\\nThe rage to live which makes all living strife\\nThe Prince Siddartha sighed. Is this, he\\nsaid,\\nThat happy earth they brought me forth to\\nsee?\\nHow salt with sweat the peasant s bread! how\\nhard\\nThe oxen s service! in the brake how fierce\\nThe war of weak and strong! i th air what\\nplots\\nNo refuge e en in water. Go aside\\nA space, and let me muse on what ye show.\\nSo saying, the good Lord Buddha seated him", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 27\\nUnder a jambu-tree, with ankles crossed\\nAs holy statues sit and first began\\nTo meditate this deep disease of life,\\nWhat its far source and whence its remedy.\\nSo vast a pity filled him, such wide love\\nFor living things, such passion to heal pain,\\nThat by their stress his princely spirit passed\\nTo ecstasy, and, purged from mortal taint\\nOf sense and self, the boy attained thereat\\nDhyana, first step of the path.\\nThere flew\\nHigh overhead that hour five holy ones,\\nWhose free wings faltered as they passed the\\ntree.\\nWhat power superior draws us from our\\nflight?\\nThey asked, for spirits feel all force divine,\\nAnd know the sacred presence of the pure.\\nThen, looking downward, they beheld the\\nBuddha\\nCrowned with a rose-hued aureole, intent\\nOn thoughts to save while from the grove a\\nvoice\\nCried, Rishis! this is He shall help the world,\\nDescend and worship. So the Bright Ones\\ncame\\nAnd sang a song of praise, folding their wings,\\nThen journeyed on taking good news to Gods.", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBut certain from the King seeking the Prince\\nFound him still musing, though the noon was\\npast,\\nAnd the sun hastened to the western hills:\\nYet, while all shadows moved, the jambu-tree s\\nStayed in one quarter, overspreading him,\\nLest the sloped rays should strike that sacred\\nhead;\\nAnd he who saw this sight heard a voice say,\\nAmid the blossoms of the rose-apple,\\nLet be the King s sun! till the shadow goes\\nForth from his heart my shadow will not shift.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 29\\nBOOK THE SECOND.\\nNow, when our Lord was come to eighteen\\nyears,\\nThe King commanded that there should be\\nbuilt\\nThree stately houses, one of hewn square beams\\nWith cedar lining, warm for winter days\\nOne of veined marbles, cool for summer heat\\nAnd one of burned bricks, with blue tiles be-\\ndecked,\\nPleasant at seed-time, when the champaks\\nbud\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSubha, Suramma, Ramma, were their names.\\nDelicious gardens round about them bloomed,\\nStreams wandered wild and musky thickets\\nstretched,\\nWith many a bright pavilion and fair lawn\\nIn midst of which Siddartha strayed at will,\\nSome new delight provided every hour\\nAnd happy hours he knew, for life was rich,\\nWith youthful blood at quickest yet still came\\nThe shadows of his meditation back,\\nAs the lake s silver dulls with driving clouds.", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "30 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nWhich the king marking, called his Ministers.\\nBethink ye, sirs! how the old Rishi spake,\\nHe said, and what my dream -readers foretold.\\nThis boy, more dear to me than mine heart s\\nblood,\\nShall be of universal dominance,\\nTrampling the neck of all his enemies,\\nA King of kings and this is in my heart;\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOr he shall tread the sad and lowly path\\nOf self-denial and of pious pains,\\nGaining who knows what good, when all is lost\\nWorth keeping and to this his wistful eyes\\nDo still incline amid my palaces.\\nBut ye are sage, and ye will counsel me\\nHow may his feet be turned to that proud road\\nWhere they should walk, and all fair signs\\ncome true\\nWhich gave him Earth to rule, if he would\\nrule?\\nThe eldest answered, Maharaja! love\\nWill cure these thin distempers; weave the\\nspell\\nO c woman s wiles about his idle heart.\\nWhat knows this noble boy of beauty yet,\\nEyes that make heaven forget, and lips of\\nbalm?\\nFind him soft wives and pretty playfellows", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 31\\nThe thoughts ye cannot stay with brazen\\nchains\\nA girl s hair lightly binds.\\nAnd all thought good,\\nBut the King answered, if we seek him wives,\\nLove choosest of ttimes with another eye\\nAnd if we bid range Beauty s garden round,\\nTo pluck what blossom pleases, he will smile\\nAnd sweetly shun the joy he knows not of.\\nThen said another, Roams the barasingh\\nUntil the fated arrow flies; for him,\\nAs for less lordly spirits, some one charms,\\nSome face will seem a Paradise, some form\\nFairer than pale Dawn when she wakes the\\nworld,\\nThis do, my King! Command a festival\\nWhere the realm s maids shall be competitors\\nIn youth and grace, and sports that Sakyas use.\\nLet the Prince give the prizes to the fair,\\nAnd, when the lovely victors pass his seat,\\nThere shall be those who mark if one or two\\nChange the fixed sadness of his tender cheek\\nSo we may choose for Love with Love s own\\neyes,\\nAnd cheat his Highness into happiness.\\nThis thing seemed good; wherefore upon a\\nday", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "32 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThe criers bade the young and beautiful\\nPass to the palace, for twas in command\\nTo hold a court of pleasure, and the Prince\\nWould give the prizes, something rich for all,\\nThe richest for the fairest judged. So flocked\\nKapilavastu s maidens to the gate,\\nEach with her dark hair newly smoothed and\\nbound,\\nEyelashes lustred with the soorma-stick,\\nFresh-bathed and scented all in shawls and\\ncloths\\nOf gayest slender hands and feet new-stained\\nWith crimson, and the tilka-spots stamped\\nbright.\\nFair show it was of all those Indian girls\\nSlow-pacing past the throne with large black\\neyes\\nFixed on the ground, for when they saw the\\nPrince\\nMore than the awe of Majesty made beat\\nTheir fluttering hearts, he sate so passionless,\\nGentle, but so beyond them. Each maid took\\nWith down-dropped lids her gift, afraid to\\ngaze\\nAnd if the people hailed some lovelier one\\nBeyond her rivals worthy royal smiles,\\nShe stood like a scared antelope to touch\\nThe gracious hand, then fled to join her mates", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 33\\nTrembling at favor, so divine he seemed,\\nSo high and saint-like and above her world.\\nThus filed they, one bright maid after another,\\nThe city s flowers, and all this beauteous\\nmarch\\nWas ending and the prizes spent, when last\\nCame young Yasodhara, and they that stood\\nNearest Siddartha saw the princely boy\\nStart, as the radiant girl approached. A form\\nOf heavenly mould; a gait like Pafvati s;\\nEyes like a hind s in love-time, face so fair\\nWords cannot paint its spell and she alone\\nGazed full folding her palms across her\\nbreasts\\nOn the boy s gaze, her stately neck unbent.\\nIs there a gift for me? she asked, and smiled.\\nThe gifts are gone, the Prince replied, yet\\ntake\\nThis for amends, dear sister, of whose grace\\nOur happy city boasts; therewith he loosed\\nThe emerald necklace from his throat, and\\nclasped\\nIts green beads round her dark and silk- soft\\nwaist\\nAnd their eyes mixed, and from the look\\nsprang love.\\nLong after when enlightenment was full\\n3 Light of Asia", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "34 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nLord Buddha being prayed why thus his\\nheart\\nTook fire at first glance of the Sakya girl,\\nAnswered, We were not strangers, as to us\\nAnd all it seemed in ages long gone by\\nA hunter s son, playing with forest girls\\nBy Yamun s springs, where Nandadevi stands,\\nSate umpire while they raced beneath the firs\\nLike hares at eve that run their playful rings\\nOne with flower-stars crowned he, one with\\nlong plumes\\nPlucked from eyed pheasant and the jungle-\\ncock,\\nOne with fir-apples but who ran the last\\nCame first for him, and unto her the boy\\nGave a tame fawn and his heart s love beside.\\nAnd in the wood they lived many glad years,\\nAnd in the wood they undivided died.\\nLo as hid seed shoots after rainless years,\\nSo good and evil, pains and pleasures, hates\\nAnd loves, and all dead deeds, come forth\\nagain\\nBearing bright leaves or dark, sweet fruit or\\nsour.\\nThus I was he and she Yasodhara;\\nAnd while the wheel of birth and death turns\\nround,\\nThat which hath been must be between us\\ntwo.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 35\\nBut they who watched the Prince at prize-\\ngiving\\nSaw and heard all, and told the careful King\\nHow sate Siddartha heedless, till there passed\\nGreat Suprabuddha s child, Yasodhara:\\nAnd how at sudden sight of her he changed,\\nAnd how she gazed on him and he on her,\\nAnd of the jewel-gift, and what beside\\nPassed in their speaking glance.\\nThe fond King smiled\\nLook we have found a lure take counsel\\nnow\\nTo fetch therewith our falcon from the clouds.\\nLet messengers be sent to ask the maid\\nIn marriage for my son. But it was law\\nWith Sakyas, when any asked a maid\\nOf noble house, fair and desirable,\\nHe must make good his skill in martial arts\\nAgainst all suitors who should challenge it\\nNor might this custom break itself for kings.\\nTherefore her father spake Say to the King,\\nThe child is sought by princes far and near\\nIf thy most gentle son can bend the bow,\\nSway sword, and back a horse better than\\nthey,\\nBest would he be in all and best to us:\\nBut how shall this be, with his cloistered ways?", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "36 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThen the King s heart was sore, for now the\\nPrince\\nBegged sweet Yasodhara for wife in vain,\\nWith Devadatta foremost at the bow,\\nArdjuna master of all fiery steeds,\\nAnd Nanda chief in sword-play but the Prince\\nLaughed low and said, These things, too, I\\nhave learned;\\nMake proclamation that thy son will meet\\nAll comers at their chosen games. I think\\nI shall not lose my love for such as these.\\nSo twas given forth that on the seventh day\\nThe Prince Siddartha summoned whoso would\\nTo match with him in feats of manliness,\\nThe victor s crown to be Yasodhara.\\nTherefore, upon the seventh day, there went\\nThe Sakya lords and town and country round\\nUnto the maidan and the maid went too\\nAmid her kinsfolk, carried as a bride,\\nWith music, and with litters gayly dight,\\nAnd gold-horned oxen, flower-caparisoned.\\nWhom Devadatta claimed, of royal line,\\nAnd Nanda and Ardjuna, noble both,\\nThe flower of all youth there, till the Prince\\ncame\\nRiding his white horse Kantaka, which neighed,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 37\\nAstonished at this great strange world with-\\nout:\\nAlso Siddartha gazed with wondering eyes\\nOn all those people born beneath the throne,\\nOtherwise housed than kings, otherwise fed,\\nAnd yet so like perchance in joys and griefs.\\nBut when the Prince saw sweet Yasodhara,\\nBrightly he smiled, and drew his silken rein,\\nLeaped to the earth from Kantaka s broad\\nback,\\nAnd cried, He is not worthy of this pearl\\nWho is not worthiest let my rivals prove\\nIf I have dared too much in seeking her.\\nThen Nanda challenged for the arrow-test\\nAnd set a brazen drum six gows away,\\nArdjuna six and Devadatta eight;\\nBut Prince Siddartha bade them set his drum\\nTen gows from off the line, until it seemed\\nA cowry-shell for target. Then they loosed,\\nAnd Nanda pierced his drum, Ardjuna his,\\nAnd Devadatta grove a well-aimed shaft\\nThrough both sides of his mark, so that the\\ncrowd\\nMarvelled and cried; and sweet Yasodhara\\nDropped the gold sari o er her fearful eyes,\\nLest she should see her Prince s arrow fail.\\nBut he, taking their bow of lacquered cane,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "38 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nWith sinews bound, and strung with silver-\\nwire\\nWhich none but stalwart arms could draw a\\nspan,\\nThrummed it low laughing drew the twisted\\nstring\\nTill the horns kissed, and the thick belly\\nsnapped\\nThat is for play, not love, he said; hath\\nnone\\nA bow more fit for Sakya lords to use?\\nAnd one said, There is Sinhahanu s bow,\\nKept in the temple since we know not when,\\nWhich none can string, nor draw if it be\\nstrung.\\nFetch me, he cried, that weapon of a\\nman!\\nThey brought the ancient bow, wrought of\\nblack steel,\\nLaid with gold tendrils on its branching curves\\nLike bison-horns and twice Siddartha tried\\nIts strength across his knee, then spake\\nShoot now\\nWith this, my cousins! but they could not\\nbring\\nThe stubborn arms a hand s-breadth nigher\\nuse;\\nThen the Prince, lightly leaning, bent the bow,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 39\\nSlipped home the eye upon the notch, and\\ntwanged\\nSharply the cord, which, like an eagle s wing\\nThrilling the air, sang forth so clear and loud\\nThat feeble folk at home that day inquired\\nWhat is this sound? and people answered\\nthem,\\nIt is the sound of Sinhahanu s bow,\\nWhich the King s son has strung and goes to\\nshoot;\\nThen fitting fair a shaft, he drew and loosed,\\nAnd the keen arrow clove the sky, and drave\\nRight through the farthest drum, not stayed\\nits flight,\\nBut skimmed the plain beyond, past reach of\\neye.\\nThen Devadatta challenged with the sword,\\nAnd clove a Talas-tree six fingers thick\\nArdjuna seven and Nanda cut through nine\\nBut two such stems together grew, and both\\nSiddartha s blade shred at one flashing stroke,\\nKeen, but so smooth that the straight trunks\\nupstood,\\nAnd Nanda cried, His edge turned! and the\\nmaid\\nTrembled anew seeing the trees erect,\\nUntil the Devas of the air, who watched,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "40 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBlew light breaths from the south, and both\\ngreen crowns\\nCrashed in the sand, clean-felled.\\nThen brought they steeds,\\nHigh-mettled, nobly-bred, and three times\\nscoured\\nAround the maidan, but white Kantaka\\nLeft even the fleetest far behind so swift,\\nThat ere the foam fell from his mouth to earth\\nTwenty spear-lengths he flew but Nanda said,\\nWe too might win with such as Kantaka;\\nBring an unbroken horse, and let men see\\nWho best can back him. So the syces brought\\nA stallion dark as night, led by three chains,\\nFierce-eyed, with nostrils wide and tossing\\nmane,\\nUnshod, unsaddled, for no rider yet\\nHad crossed him. Three times each young\\nSakya\\nSprung to his mighty back, but the hot steed\\nFuriously reared, and flung them to the plain,\\nIn dust and shame; only Ardjuna held\\nHis seat awhile, and, bidding loose the chains,\\nLashed the black flank, and shook the bit, and\\nheld\\nThe proud jaws fast with grasp of master-hand,\\nSo that in storms of wrath and rage and fear\\nThe savage stallion circled once the plain,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 41\\nHalf-tamed; but sudden turned with naked\\nteeth,\\nGripped by the foot Ardjuna, tore him down,\\nAnd would have slain him, but the grooms ran\\nin\\nFettering the maddened beast. Then all men\\ncried,\\nLet not Siddartha meddle with this Bhut,\\nWhose liver is a tempest, and his blood\\nRed flame; but the Prince said, Let go the\\nchains,\\nGive me his forelock only, which he held\\nWith quiet grasp, and, speaking some low\\nword,\\nLaid his right palm across the stallion s eyes,\\nAnd drew it gently down the angry face,\\nAnd all along the neck and panting flanks,\\nTill men astonished saw the night-black horse\\nSink his fierce crest and stand subdued and\\nmeek,\\nAs though he knew our Lord and worshipped\\nhim.\\nNor stirred he while Siddartha mounted, then\\nWent soberly to touch of knee and rein\\nBefore all eyes, so that the people said,\\nStrive no more, for Siddartha is the best.\\nAnd all the suitors answered He is best!", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "42 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd Suprabuddha, father of the maid,\\nSaid, It was in our hearts to find thee best,\\nBeing dearest, yet what magic taught thee\\nmore\\nOf manhood mid thy rose-bowers and thy\\ndreams\\nThan war and chase and world s work bring\\nto these?\\nBut wear, fair Prince, the treasure thou hast\\nwon.\\nThen at a word the lovely Indian girl\\nRose from her place above the throng, and\\ntook\\nA crown of mogra-flowers and lightly drew\\nThe veil of black and gold across her brow,\\nProud pacing past the youths, until she came\\nTo where Siddartha stood in grace divine,\\nNew lighted from the night-dark steed, which\\nbent\\nIts strong neck meekly underneath his arm.\\nBefore the Prince lowly she bowed, and bared\\nHer face celestial beaming with glad love;\\nThen on his neck she hung the fragrant wreath,\\nAnd on his breast she laid her perfect head,\\nAnd stooped to touch his feet with proud glad\\neyes,\\nSaying, Dear Prince, behold me, who am\\nthine", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 43\\nAnd all the throng rejoiced, seeing them pass,\\nHand fast in hand, and heart beating with\\nheart,\\nThe veil of black and gold drawn close again.\\nLong after when enlightenment was\\ncome\\nThey prayed Lord Buddha touching all, and\\nwhy\\nShe wore this black and gold, and stepped so\\nproud.\\nAnd the World-honored answered, Unto me\\nThis was unknown, albeit it seemed half-\\nknown\\nFor while the wheel of birth and death turns\\nround,\\nPast things and thoughts, and buried lives\\ncome back.\\nI now remember, myriad rains ago,\\nWhat time I roamed Himala s hanging woods,\\nA tiger, with my striped and hungry kind;\\nI, who am Buddh, couched in the kusa grass\\nGazing with green blinked eyes upon the herds\\nWhich pastured near and nearer to their death\\nRound my day-lair or underneath the stars\\nI roamed for prey, savage, insatiable,\\nSniffing the paths for track of man and deer.\\nAmid the beasts that were my fellows then,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "44 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nMet in deep jungle or by reedy jheel,\\nA tigress, comeliest of the forest, set\\nThe males at war; her hide was lit with gold,\\nBlack-broidered like the veil Yasodhara\\nWore for me hot the strife waxed in that wood\\nWith tooth and claw, while underneath a neem\\nThe fair beast watched us bleed, thus fiercely\\nwooed.\\nAnd I remember, at the end she came\\nSnarling past this and that torn forest-lord\\nWhich I had conquered, and with fawning jaws\\nLicked my quick-heaving flank, and with me\\nwent\\nInto the wild with proud steps, amorously.\\nThe wheel of birth and death turns low and\\nhigh.\\nTherefore the maid was given unto the\\nPrince\\nA willing spoil; and when the stars were\\ngood\\nMesha, the Red Ram, being Lord of heaven\\nThe marriage-feast was kept, as Sakyas use,\\nThe golden gadi set, the carpet spread,\\nThe wedding garlands hung, the arm-threads\\ntied,\\nThe sweet-cake broke, the rice and attar thrown,\\nThe two straws floated on the reddened milk,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 45\\nWhich, coming close, betokened love till\\ndeath;\\nThe seven steps taken thrice around the fire,\\nThe gifts bestowed on holy men, the alms\\nAnd temple offerings made, the mantras sung,\\nThe garments of the bride and bridegroom tied.\\nThen the grey father spake: Worshipful\\nPrince,\\nShe that was ours henceforth is only thine\\nBe good to her, who hath her life in thee.\\nWherewith they brought home sweet Yaso-\\ndhara,\\nWith songs and trumpets, to the Prince s arms,\\nAnd love was all in all.\\nYet not to love\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Alone trusted the King; love s prison-house\\nStately and beautiful he bade them build,\\nSo that in all the earth no marvel was\\nLike Vishramvan, the Prince s pleasure-place.\\nMidway in those wide palace-grounds there\\nrose\\nA verdant hill whose base Rohini bathed,\\nMurmuring adown from Himalay s broad feet,\\nTo bear its tribute into Gunga s waves\\nSouthward a growth of tamarind trees and sal,\\nThick set with pale sky-colored ganthi flowers,\\nShut out the world, save if the city s hum\\nCame on the wind no harsher than when bees", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "46 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nHum out of sight in thickets. Northwards\\nsoared\\nThe stainless ramps of huge Himala s wall,\\nRanged in white ranks against the blue\\nuntrod,\\nInfinite, wonderful whose uplands vast,\\nAnd lifted universe of crest and crag,\\nShoulder and shelf, green slope and icy horn,\\nRiven ravine, and splintered precipice\\nLed climbing thought higher and higher, until\\nIt seemed to stand in heaven and speak with\\ngods.\\nBeneath the snows dark forests spread, sharp\\nlaced\\nWith leaping cataracts and veiled with clouds:\\nLower grew rose-oaks and the great fir groves\\nWhere echoed pheasant s call and panther s cry,\\nClatter of wild sheep on the stones, and scream\\nOf circling eagles under these the plain\\nGleamed like a praying-carpet at the foot\\nOf those divinest altars. Fronting this\\nThe builders set the bright pavilion up,\\nFair-planted on the terraced hill, with towers\\nOn either flank and pillared cloisters round.\\nIts beams were carved with stories of old\\ntime\\nRadha and Krishna and the sylvan girls\\nSita and Hanuman and Draupadi;", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 47\\nAnd on the middle porch God Ganesha,\\nWith disc and hook to bring wisdom and\\nwealth\\nPropitious sate, wreathing his sidelong trunk\\nBy winding ways of garden and of c\u00c2\u00aburt\\nThe inner gate was reached, of marble wrought,\\nWhite with pink veins the lintel lazuli,\\nThe threshold alabaster, and the doors\\nSandal-wood, cut in pictured panelling;\\nWhereby to lofty halls and shadowy bowers\\nPassed the delighted foot, on stately stairs,\\nThrough latticed galleries, neath painted roofs\\nAnd clustering columns, where cool fountains\\nfringed\\nWith lotus and nelumbo danced, and fish\\nGleamed through their crystal, scarlet, gold,\\nand blue.\\nGreat-eyed gazelles in sunny alcoves browsed\\nThe blown red roses; birds of rainbow wing\\nFluttered among the palms; doves, green and\\ngrey,\\nBuilt their safe nests on gilded cornices\\nOver the shining pavements peacocks drew\\nThe splendors of their trains, sedately watched\\nBy milk-white herons and the small house-owls.\\nThe plum-necked parrots swung from fruit to\\nfruit;", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "48 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThe yellow sunbirds whirred from bloom to\\nbloom,\\nThe timid lizards on the lattice basked\\nFearless, the squirrels ran to feed from hand,\\nFor all was peace the shy black snake, that\\ngives\\nFortune to households, sunned his sleepy coils\\nUnder the moon-flowers, where the musk-deer\\nplayed,\\nAnd brown-eyed monkeys chattered to the\\ncrows.\\nAnd all this house of love was peopled fair\\nWith sweet attendance, so that in each part\\nWith lovely sights were gentle faces found,\\nSoft speech and willing service, each one glad\\nTo gladden, pleased at pleasure, proud to obey\\nTill life glided beguiled, like a smooth stream\\nBanked by perpetual flow rs, Yasodhara\\nQueen of the enchanting Court.\\nBut innermost,\\nBeyond the richness of those hundred halls,\\nA secret chamber lurked, where skill had spent\\nAll lovely fantasies to lull the mind.\\nThe entrance of it was a cloistered square\\nRoofed to the sky, and in the midst a tank\\nOf milky marble built, and laid with slabs\\nOf milk-white marble; bordered round the\\ntank", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 49\\nAnd on the steps, and all along the frieze\\nWith tender inlaid work of agate-stones.\\nCool as to tread in summer-time on snows\\nIt was to loiter there the sunbeams dropped\\nTheir gold, and, passing into porch and niche,\\nSoftened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim,\\nAs if the very Day paused and grew Eve\\nIn love and silence at that bower s gate;\\nFor there beyond the gate the chamber was,\\nBeautiful, sweet a wonder of the world\\nSoft light from perfumed lamps through win-\\ndows fell\\nOf nakre and stained stars of lucent film\\nOn golden cloths outspread, and silken beds,\\nAnd heavy splendor of the purdah s fringe,\\nLifted to take only the loveliest in.\\nHere, whether it was night or day, none knew,\\nFor always streamed that softened light, more\\nbright\\nThan sunrise, but as tender as the eve s;\\nAnd always breathed sweet airs, more joy-\\ngiving\\nThan morning s, but as cool as midnight s\\nbreath\\nAnd night and day lutes sighed, and night and\\nday\\nDelicious foods were spread, and dewy fruits,\\nSherbets new chilled with snows of Himalay,\\n4 Light of Asia", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "50 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd sweetmeats made of subtle daintiness,\\nWith sweet tree-milk in its own ivory cup.\\nAnd night and day served there a chosen band\\nOf nautch girls, cup-bearers, and cymballers,\\nDelicate, dark-browed ministers of love,\\nWho fanned the sleeping eyes of the happy\\nPrince,\\nAnd when he waked, led back his thoughts to\\nbliss\\nWith music whispering through the blooms,\\nand charm\\nOf amorous songs and dreamy dances, linked\\nBy chime of ankle-bells and wave of arms\\nAnd silver vina-strings; while essences\\nOf musk and champak, and the blue haze\\nspread\\nFrom burning spices soothed his soul again\\nTo drowse by sweet Yasodhara and thus\\nSiddartha lived forgetting.\\nFurthermore,\\nThe King commanded that within those walls\\nNo mention should be made of death or age,\\nSorrow, or pain, or sickness. If one drooped\\nIn the lovely Court her dark glance dim, her\\nfeet\\nFaint in the dance the guiltless criminal\\nPassed forth an exile from that Paradise,\\nLest he should see and suffer at her woe.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 51\\nBright-eyed intendants watched to execute\\nSentence on such as spake of the harsh world\\nWithout, where aches and plagues were, tears\\nand fears,\\nAnd wail of mourners, and grim fume of pyres.\\nTwas treason if a thread of silver strayed\\nIn tress of singing-girl or nautch-dancer;\\nAnd every dawn the dying rose was plucked,\\nThe dead leaves hid, all evil sights removed\\nFor said the King, If he shall pass his youth\\nFar from such things as move to wistfulness,\\nAnd brooding on the empty eggs of thought,\\nThe shadow of this fate, too vast for man,\\nMay fade, belike, and I shall see him grow\\nTo that great stature of fair sovereignty\\nWhen he shall rule all lands if he will rule\\nThe King of kings and glory of his time.\\nWherefore, around that pleasant prison-\\nhouse\\nWhere love was gaoler and delights its bars,\\nBut far removed from sight the King bade\\nbuild\\nA massive wall, and in the wall a gate\\nWith brazen folding- doors, which but to roll\\nBack on their hinges asked a hundred arms\\nAlso the noise of that prodigious gate\\nOpening, was heard full half a yojana.", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "52 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd inside this another gate he made,\\nAnd yet within another through the three\\nMust one pass if he quit that Pleasure-house.\\nThree mighty gates there were, bolted and\\nbarred,\\nAnd over each was set a faithful watch\\nAnd the King s order said, Suffer no man\\nTo pass the gates, though he should be the\\nprince\\nThis on your lives even though it be my son.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 53\\nBOOK THE THIRD.\\nIn which calm home of happy life and love\\nLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,\\nNor want, nor pain, nor plague, nor age, nor\\ndeath,\\nSave as when sleepers roam dim seas in dreams,\\nAnd land awearied on the shores of day,\\nBringing strange merchandise from that black\\nvoyage.\\nThus ofttimes when he lay with gentle head\\nLulled on the dark breasts of Yasodhara,\\nHer fond hands fanning slow his sleeping lids,\\nHe would start up and cry, My world! Oh,\\nworld\\nI hear I know I come And she would ask,\\nWhat ails my Lord? with large eyes terror-\\nstruck\\nFor at such times the pity in his look\\nWas awful, and his visage like a god s.\\nThen would he smile again to stay her tears,\\nAnd bid the vinas sound; but once they set\\nA stringed gourd on the sill, there where the\\nwind", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "54 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nCould linger o er its notes and play at will\\nWild music makes the wind on silver strings-\\nAnd those who lay around heard only that;\\nBut Prince Siddartha heard the Devas play,\\nAnd to his ears they sang such words as these\\nWe are the voices of the wandering wind,\\nWhich moan for rest and rest can never find\\nLo as the wind is so is mortal life,\\nA moon, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.\\nWherefore and whence we are ye cannot know,\\nNor where life springs nor whither life doth go\\nWe are as ye are, ghosts from the inane,\\nWhat pleasure have we of our changeful pain?\\nWhat pleasure hast thou of thy changeless bliss?\\nNay, if love lasted, there were joy in this\\nBut life s way is the wind s way, all these things\\nAre but brief voices breathed on shifting strings.\\nO Maya s son! because we roam the earth\\nMoan we upon these strings we make no mirth,\\nSo many woes we see in many lands,\\nSo many streaming eyes and wringing hands.\\nYet mock we while we wail, for, could they know,\\nThis life they cling to is but empty show\\nTwere all as well to bid a cloud to stand,\\nOr hold a running river with the hand.\\nBut thou that art to save, thine hour is nigh\\nThe sad world waiteth in its misery,\\nThe blind world stumbleth on its round of pain\\nRise, Maya s child! wake! slumber not again", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 55\\nWe are the voices of the wandering wind\\nWander thou, too, O Prince, thy rest to find\\nLeave love for love of lovers, for woe s sake\\nQuit state for sorrow, and deliverance make.\\nSo sigh we, passing o er the silver strings,\\nTo thee who know st not yet of earthly things;\\nSo say we mocking, as we pass away,\\nThese lovely shadows wherewith thou dost play.\\nThereafter it befell he sate at eve\\nAmid his beauteous Court, holding the hand\\nOf sweetYasodhara, and some maid told\\nWith breaks of music when her rich voice\\ndropped\\nAn ancient tale to speed the hour of dusk,\\nOf love, and of a magic horse, and lands\\nWonderful, distant, where pale peoples dwelled,\\nAnd where the sun at night sank into seas.\\nThen spake he, sighing, Chitra brings me\\nback\\nThe wind s song in the strings with that fair\\ntale.\\nGive her, Yasodhara, thy pearl for thanks.\\nBut thou, my pearl! is there so wide a world?\\nIs there a land which sees the great sun roll\\nInto the waves, and are there hearts like ours,\\nCountless, unknown, not happy it may be\\nWhom we might succor if we knew of them?\\nOfttimes I marvel, as the Lord of day", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "56 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nTreads from the east his kingly road of gold,\\nWho first on the world s edge hath hailed his\\nbeam,\\nThe children of the morning oftentimes,\\nEven in thine arms and on thy breasts, bright\\nwife,\\nSore have I panted, at the sun s decline,\\nTo pass with him into that crimson west\\nAnd see the peoples of the evening.\\nThere must be many we should love how\\nelse?\\nNow have I in this hour an ache, at last,\\nThy soft lips cannot kiss away oh, girl\\nO Chitra you that know of fairyland\\nWhere tether they that swift steed of the tale?\\nMy palace for one day upon his back,\\nTo ride and ride and see the spread of the\\nearth\\nNay, if I had yon callow vulture s plumes\\nThe carrion heir of wider realms than mine\\nHow would I stretch for topmost Himalay,\\nLight where the rose-gleam lingers on those\\nsnows,\\nAnd strain my gaze with searching what is\\nround\\nWhy have I never seen and never sought?\\nTell me what lies beyond our brazen gate s/", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Looking downward they beheld Buddha.\\nThe Light of Asia.\\nPasre 27.", "height": "2789", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 57\\nThen one replied, The city first, fair\\nPrince\\nThe temples, and the gardens, and the groves,\\nAnd then the fields, and afterwards fresh fields,\\nWith nullahs, maidans, jungle, koss on koss;\\nAnd next King Bimbasara s realm, and then\\nThe vast flat world, with crores on crores of\\nfolk.\\nGood, said Siddartha, let the word be sent\\nThat Channa yoke my chariot at noon\\nTo-morrow I shall ride and see beyond.\\nWhereof they told the king: Our Lord, thy\\nson,\\nWills that his chariot be yoked at noon,\\nThat he may ride abroad and see mankind.\\nYea! spake the careful King, tis time\\nhe see!\\nBut let the criers go about and bid\\nMy city deck itself, so there be met\\nNo noisome sight; and let none blind or\\nmaimed,\\nNone that is sick or stricken deep in years,\\nNo leper, and no feeble folk come forth.\\nTherefore the stones were swept, and up and\\ndown\\nThe water-carriers sprinkled all the streets", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "58 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nFrom spirting skins, the housewives scattered\\nfresh\\nRed powder on their thresholds, strung new\\nwreaths,\\nAnd trimmed the tulsi-bush before their doors.\\nThe paintings on the walls were heightened up\\nWith liberal brush, the trees set thick with\\nflags,\\nThe idols gilded; in the four-went ways\\nSuryadeva and the great gods shone\\nMid shrines of leaves; so that the city seemed\\nA capital of some enchanted land.\\nAlso the criers passed, with drum and gong,\\nProclaiming loudly, 4 Ho! all citizens,\\nThe King commands that there be seen to-day\\nNo evil sight let no one blind or maimed,\\nNone that is sick or stricken deep in years,\\nNo leper, and no feeble folk go forth.\\nLet none, too, burn his dead nor bring them out\\nTill nightfall. Thus Suddhodana commands.\\nSo all was comely and the houses trim\\nThroughout Kapilavastu, while the Prince\\nCame forth in painted car, which two steers\\ndrew,\\nSnow-white, with swinging dewlaps and huge\\nhumps\\nWrinkled against the carved and lacquered\\nyoke.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 59\\nGoodly it was to mark the people s joy\\nGreeting their Prince; and glad Siddartha\\nwaxed\\nAt sight of all those liege and friendly folk\\nBright-clad and laughing as if life were good.\\nFair is the world, he said, it likes me well!\\nAnd light and kind these men that are not\\nkings,\\nAnd sweet my sisters here, who toil and tend\\nWhat have I done for these to make them thus?\\nWhy, if I love them, should those children\\nknow?\\nI pray take up yon pretty Sakya boy\\nWho flung us flowers, and let him ride with\\nme.\\nHow good it is to reign in realms like this\\nHow simple pleasure is, if these be pleased\\nBecause I come abroad How many things\\nI need not if such little households hold\\nEnough to make our city full of smiles!\\nDrive, Channa through the gates, and let me\\nsee\\nMore of this gracious world I have not known.\\nSo passed they through the gates, a joyous\\ncrowd\\nThronging about the wheels, whereof some\\nran", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "60 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBefore the oxen, throwing wreaths, some\\nstroked\\nTheir silken flanks, some brought them rice\\nand cakes,\\nAll crying, Jai! jail for our noble Prince\\nThus all the path was kept with gladsome looks\\nAnd filled with fair sights for the King s word\\nwas\\nThat such should be when midway in the\\nroad,\\nSlow tottering from the hovel where he hid,\\nCrept forth a wretch in rags, haggard and foul,\\nAn old, old man, whose shrivelled skin, sun-\\ntanned,\\nClung like a beast s hide to his fleshless bones.\\nBent was his back with load of many days,\\nHis eyepits red with rust of ancient tears,\\nHis dim orbs blear with rheum, his toothless\\njaws\\nWagging with palsy and the fright to see\\nSo many and such joy. One skinny hand\\nClutched a worn staff to prop his quavering\\nlimbs,\\nAnd one was pressed upon the ridge of ribs\\nWhence came in gasps the heavy painful breath.\\nAlms! moaned he, give, good people! for\\nI die\\nTo-morrow or the next day! then the cough", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 61\\nChoked him, but still he stretched his palm,\\nand stood\\nBlinking, and groaning mid his spasms,\\nAlms!\\nThen those around had wrenched his feeble\\nfeet\\nAside, and thrust him from the road again,\\nSaying, The Prince! dost see? get to thy\\nlair!\\nBut that Siddartha cried, Let be! let be!\\nChanna! what thing is this who seems a man,\\nYet surely only seems, being so bowed,\\nSo miserable, so horrible, so sad?\\nAre men born sometimes thus? What meaneth\\nhe\\nMoaning to-morrow or next day I die?\\nFinds he no food that so his bones jut forth?\\nWhat woe hath happened to this piteous one?\\nThen answer made the charioteer, Sweet\\nPrince\\nThis is no other than an aged man.\\nSome fourscore years ago his back was straight,\\nHis eye bright, and his body goodly now\\nThe thievish years have sucked his sap away,\\nPillaged his strength and filched his will and\\nwit;\\nHis lamp has lost its oil, the wick burns black\\nWhat life he keeps is one poor lingering spark", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "62 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nWhich flickers for the finish: such is age;\\nWhy should your Highness heed? Then spake\\nthe Prince\\nBut shall this come to others, or to all,\\nOr is it rare that one should be as he?\\nMost noble, answered Channa, even as he,\\nWill all these grow if they shall live so long.\\nBut, quoth the Prince, if I shall live as\\nlong\\nShall I be thus and if Yasodhara\\nLive fourscore years, is this old age for her,\\nJalini, little Hasta, Gautami,\\nAnd Gunga, and the others? Yea, great\\nSir!\\nThe Charioteer replied. Then spake the\\nPrince\\nTurn back, and drive me to my house again!\\nI have seen that I did not think to see.\\nWhich pondering, to his beauteous Court\\nreturned\\nWistful Siddartha, sad of mien and mood;\\nNor tasted he the white cakes nor the fruits\\nSpread for the evening feast, nor once looked\\nup\\nWhile the best palace-dancers strove to charm\\nNor spake save one sad thing when wofully\\nYasodhara sank to his feet and wept,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 63\\nSighing, Hath not my Lord comfort in me?\\nAh, Sweet! he said, such comfort that my\\nsoul\\nAches, thinking it must end, for it will end,\\nAnd we shall both grow old, Yasodhara!\\nLoveless, unlovely, weak, and old, and bowed.\\nNay, though we locked up love and life with\\nlips\\nSo close that night and day our breaths grew\\none,\\nTime would thrust in between to filch away\\nMy passion and thy grace, as black Night steals\\nThe rose-gleams from yon peak, which fade to\\ngrey\\nAnd are not seen to fade. This have I found,\\nAnd all my heart is darkened with its dread,\\nAnd all my heart is fixed to think how Love\\nMight save its sweetness from the slayer, Time,\\nWho makes men old. So through that night\\nhe sate\\nSleepless, uncomforted.\\nAnd all that night\\nThe King Suddhodana dreamed troublous\\ndreams.\\nThe first fear of his vision was a flag\\nBroad, glorious, glistening with a golden sun,\\nThe mark of Indra; but a strong wind blew,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "64 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nRending its folds divine, and dashing it\\nInto the dust whereat a concourse came\\nOf shadowy Ones, who took the spoiled silk up\\nAnd bore it eastward from the city gates.\\nThe second fear was ten huge elephants,\\nWith silver tusks and feet that shook the earth,\\nTrampling the southern road in mighty march\\nAnd he who sate upon the foremost beast\\nWas the King s son the others followed him.\\nThe third fear of the vision was a car,\\nShining with blinding light, which four steeds\\ndrew,\\nSnorting white smoke and champing fiery foam\\nAnd in the car the Prince Siddartha sate.\\nThe fourth fear was a wheel which turned and\\nturned.\\nWith nave of burning gold and jewelled\\nspokes,\\nAnd strange things written on the binding tire,\\nWhich seemed both fire and music as it whirled.\\nThe fifth fear was a mighty drum, set down\\nMidway between the city and the hills,\\nOn which the Prince beat with an iron mace,\\nSo that the sound pealed like a thunderstorm,\\nRolling around the sky and far away.\\nThe sixth fear was a tower, which rose and\\nrose\\nHigh o er the city till its stately head", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 65\\nShone crowned with clouds, and on the top the\\nPrince\\nStood, scattering from both hands, this way\\nand that,\\nGems of most lovely light, as if it rained\\nJacynths and rubies; and the whole world\\ncame,\\nStriving to seize those treasures as they fell\\nTowards the four quarters. But the seventh\\nfear was\\nA noise of wailing, and behold six men\\nWho wept and gnashed their teeth, and laid\\ntheir palms\\nUpon their mouths, walking disconsolate.\\nThese seven fears made the vision of his\\nsleep,\\nBut none of all his wisest dream-readers\\nCould tell their meaning. Then the King was\\nwroth,\\nSaying, There cometh evil to my house,\\nAnd none of ye have wit to help me know\\nWhat the great gods portends sending me this.\\nSo in the city men went sorrowful\\nBecause the King had dreamed seven signs of\\nfear\\nWhich none could read but to the gate there\\ncame\\n5 Light of Asia", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "66 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAn aged man, in robe of deer-skin clad,\\nBy guise a hermit, known to none he cried,\\nBring me before the King, for I can read\\nThe vision of his sleep; who, when he heard\\nThe sevenfold mysteries of the midnight dream,\\nBowed reverent and said, O Maharaj\\nI hail this favored House, whence shall rise\\nA wider-reaching splendor than the sun s!\\nLo all these seven fears are seven joys,\\nWhereof the first, where thou didst see a flag\\nBroad, glorious, gilt with Indra s badge cast\\ndown\\nAnd carried out, did signify the end\\nOf old faiths and beginning of the new,\\nFor there is change with gods not less than\\nmen,\\nAnd as the days pass kalpas pass at length.\\nThe ten great elephants that shook the earth\\nThe ten great gifts of wisdom signify,\\nIn strength whereof the Prince shall quit his\\nstate\\nAnd shake the world with passage of the\\nTruth.\\nThe four flame-breathing horses of the car\\nAre those four fearless virtues which shall\\nbring\\nThy son from doubt and gloom to gladsome\\nlight;", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 67\\nThe wheel that turned with nave of burning\\ngold\\nWas that most precious Wheel of perfect Law\\nWhich he shall turn in sight of all the world.\\nThe mighty drum whereon the Prince did\\nbeat,\\nTill the sound filled all lands, doth signify\\nThe thunder of the preaching of the Word\\nWhich he shall preach the tower that grew to\\nheaven\\nThe growing of the Gospel of this Buddh\\nSets forth; and those rare jewels scattered\\nthence\\nThe untold treasures are of that good Law\\nTo gods and men dear and desirable.\\nSuch is the interpretation of the tower;\\nBut for those six men weeping with shut\\nmouths,\\nThey are the six chief teachers whom thy son\\nShall, with bright truth and speech unanswer-\\nable,\\nConvince of foolishness. O King! rejoice;\\nThe fortune of my Lord the Prince is more\\nThan kingdoms, and his hermit-rags will be\\nBeyond fine cloths of gold. This was thy\\ndream\\nAnd in seven nights and days these things shall\\nfall.", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "68 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nSo spake the holy man, and lowly made\\nThe eight prostrations, touching thrice the\\nground\\nThen turned and passed; but when the King\\nbade send\\nA rich gift after him, the messengers\\nBrought word, We came to where he entered\\nin\\nAt Chandra s temple, but within was none\\nSave a grey owl which fluttered from the\\nshrine.\\nThe gods come sometimes thus.\\nBut the sad King\\nMarveled, and gave command that new de-\\nlights\\nBe compassed to enthrall Siddartha s heart\\nAmid those dancers of his pleasure-house,\\nAlso he set at all the brazen doors\\nA. double guard.\\nYet who shall shut out Fate?\\nFor once again the spirit of the Prince\\nWas moved to see this world beyond his gates,\\nThis life of man, so pleasant if its waves\\nRan not to waste and woful finishing\\nIn Time s dry sands. I pray you let me view\\nOur city as it is, such was his prayer", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 69\\nTo King Suddhodana. Your Majesty\\nIn tender heed hath warned the folk before\\nTo put away ill things and common sights,\\nAnd make their faces glad to gladden me,\\nAnd all the causeways gay; yet have I learned\\nThis is not daily life, and if I stand\\nNearest, my father, to the realm and thee,\\nFain would I know the people and the streets,\\nTheir simple usual ways, and workday deeds,\\nAnd lives which those men live who are not\\nkings.\\nGive me good leave, dear Lord to pass un-\\nknown\\nBeyond my happy gardens I shall come\\nThe more contented to their peace again,\\nOr wiser, father, if not well content.\\nTherefore, I pray thee, let me go at will\\nTo-morrow, with my servants, through the\\nstreets.\\nAnd the King said, among his Ministers,\\nBelike this second flight may mend the first.\\nNote how the falcon starts at every sight\\nNews from his hood, but what a quiet eye\\nCometh of freedom let my son see all,\\nAnd bid them bring me tidings of his mind.\\nThus on the morrow, when the noon was\\ncome,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "70 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThe Prince and Channa passed beyond the\\ngates,\\nWhich opened to the signet of the King\\nYet knew not they who rolled the great doors\\nback\\nIt was the King s son in that merchant s robe,\\nAnd in the clerkly dress his charioteer.\\nForth fared they by the common way afoot,\\nMingling with all the Sakya citizens,\\nSeeing the glad and sad things of the town\\nThe painted streets alive with hum of noon,\\nThe traders cross-legged mid their spice and\\ngrain,\\nThe buyers with their money in the cloth,\\nThe war of words to cheapen this or that,\\nThe shout to clear the road, the huge stone\\nwheels,\\nThe strong, slow oxen and their rustling loads,\\nThe singing bearers with the palanquins,\\nThe broad-necked hamals sweating in the sun,\\nThe housewives bearing water from the well\\nWith balanced chatties, and athwart their hips\\nThe black-eyed babes the fly-swarmed sweet-\\nmeat shops,\\nThe weaver at his loom, the cotton-bow\\nTwanging, the millstones grinding meal, the\\ndogs\\nProwling for orts, the skilful armorer", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 71\\nWith tong and hammer linking- shirts of mail,\\nThe blacksmith with a mattock and a spear\\nReddening together in his coals, the school\\nWhere round their Guru, in a grave half-moon,\\nThe Sakya children sang the mantras through,\\nAnd learned the greater and the lesser gods\\nThe dyers stretching waistcloths in the sun\\nWet from the vats orange, and rose, and\\ngreen;\\nThe soldiers clanking past with swords and\\nshields,\\nThe camel-drivers rocking on the humps,\\nThe Brahman proud, the martial Kshatriya,\\nThe humble toiling Sudra here a throng\\nGathered to watch some chattering snake-tamer\\nWind round his wrist the living jewellery\\nOf asp and nag, or charm the hooded death\\nTo angry dance with drone of beaded gourd\\nThere a long line of drums and horns, which\\nwent,\\nWith steeds gay painted and silk canopies,\\nTo bring the young bride home and here a\\nwife\\nStealing with cakes and garlands to the god\\nTo pray her husband s safe return from trade,\\nOr beg a boy next birth hard by the booths\\nWhere the swart potters beat the noisy brass\\nFor lamps and lotas; thence, by temple walls", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "72 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd gateways, to the river and the bridge\\nUnder the city walls.\\nThese had they passed\\nWhen from the roadside moaned a mournful\\nvoice,\\nHelp, masters! lift me to my feet; oh, help!\\nOr I shall die before I reach my house!\\nA stricken wretch it was, whose quivering\\nframe,\\nCaught by some deadly plague, lay in the dust\\nWrithing, with fiery purple blotches specked\\nThe chill sweat beaded on his brow, his mouth\\nWas dragged awry with twitchings of sore pain,\\nThe wild eyes swam with inward agony.\\nGasping, he clutched the grass to rise, and rose\\nHalf-way, then sank, with quaking feeble limbs\\nAnd scream of terror, crying, Ah, the pain!\\nGood people, help! whereon Siddartha ran,\\nLifted the woful man with tender hands,\\nWith sweet looks laid the sick head on his\\nknee,\\nAnd while his soft touch comforted the wretch,\\nAsked, Brother, what is ill with thee? what\\nharm\\nHath fallen? wherefore canst thou not arise?\\nWhy is it, Channa, that he pants and moans,\\nAnd gasps to speak and sighs so pitiful?", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 73\\nThen spake the charioteer: Great Prince! this\\nman\\nIs smitten with some pest his elements\\nAre all confounded in his veins the blood,\\nWhich ran a wholesome river, leaps and boils\\nA fiery flood; his heart, which kept good time,\\nBeats like an ill-played drum-skin, quick and\\nslow;\\nHis sinews slacken like a bow-string slipped\\nThe strength is gone from ham, and loin, and\\nneck,\\nAnd all the grace and joy of manhood fled\\nThis is a sick man with the fit upon him.\\nSee how he plucks and plucks to seize his grief,\\nAnd rolls his bloodshot orbs, and grinds his\\nteeth,\\nAnd draws his breath as if twere choking\\nsmoke.\\nLo! now he would be dead, but shall not die\\nUntil the plague hath had its work in him,\\nKilling the nerves which die before the life\\nThen, when his strings have cracked with agony\\nAnd all his bones are empty of the sense\\nTo ache, the plague will quit and light else-\\nwhere.\\nOh, sir! it is not good to hold him so!\\nThe harm may pass, and strike thee, even\\nthee.", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "74 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBut spake the Prince, still comforting the man,\\n4 And are there others, are there many thus?\\nOr might it be to me as now with him?\\n4 Great Lord! answered the charioteer, this\\ncomes\\nIn many forms to all men griefs and wounds,\\nSickness and tetters, palsies, leprosies,\\nHot fevers, watery wastings, issues, blains\\nBefall all flesh and enter everywhere.\\n44 Come such ills unobserved? the Prince in-\\nquired.\\nAnd Channa said, 44 Like the sly snake they\\ncome\\nThat stings unseen like the striped murderer,\\nWho waits to spring from the Karunda bush,\\nHiding beside the jungle path or like\\nThe lightning, striking these and sparing those,\\nAs chance may send.\\n44 Then all men live in fear?\\n44 So live they, Prince!\\n44 And none can say, 4 I sleep\\nHappy and whole to-night, and so shall wake?\\n4 4 None say it.\\n44 And the end of many aches,\\nWhich come unseen, and will come when they\\ncome,\\nIs this, a broken body and sad mind,\\nAnd so old age?", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 75\\nYea, if men last as long.\\nBut if they cannot bear their agonies,\\nOr if they will not bear, and seek a term\\nOr if they bear, and be, as this man is,\\nToo weak except for groans, and so still live,\\nAnd growing old, grow older, then what end?\\nThey die, Prince.\\nDie?\\nYea, at the last comes death,\\nIn whatsoever way, whatever hour.\\nSome few grow old, most suffer and fall sick,\\nBut all must die behold, where comes the\\nDead!\\nThen did Siddartha raise his eyes, and see\\nFast pacing towards the river brink a band\\nOf wailing people, foremost one who swung\\nAn earthen bowl, with lighted coals, behind\\nThe kinsmen shorn, with mourning marks, tin-\\ngirt,\\nCrying aloud, O Rama, Rama, hear!\\nCall upon Rama, brothers; next the bier,\\nKnit of four poles with bamboos interlaced,\\nWhereon lay, stark and stiff, feet foremost,\\nlean,\\nChapfallen, sightless, hollow-flanked, a-grin,\\nSprinkled with red and yellow dust the Dead,\\nWhom at the four- went ways they turned head\\nfirst,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "76 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd crying, Rama, Rama! carried on\\nTo where a pile was reared beside the stream\\nThereon they laid him, building fuel up\\nGood sleep hath one that slumbers on that bed\\nHe shall not wake for cold albeit he lies\\nNaked to all the airs for soon they set\\nThe red flame to the corners four, which crept,\\nAnd licked, and flickered, finding out his flesh\\nAnd feeding on it with swift hissing tongues,\\nAnd crackle of parched skin, and snap of joint;\\nTill the fat smoke thinned and the ashes sank\\nScarlet and grey, with here and there a bone\\nWhite midst the grey the total of the man.\\nThen spake the Prince: Is this the end\\nwhich comes\\nTo all who live?\\nThis is the end that comes\\nTo all, quoth Channa; he upon the pyre\\nWhose remnants are so petty that the crows\\nCaw hungrily, then quit the fruitless feast\\nAte, drank, laughed, loved, and lived, and\\nliked life well.\\nThen came who knows? some gust of jungle\\nwind,\\nA stumble on the path, a taint in the tank,\\nA snake s nip, half a span of angry steel,\\nA chill, a fishbone, or a falling tile,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 77\\nAnd life was over and the man is dead\\nNo appetites, no pleasures, and no pains\\nHath such; the kiss upon his lips is nought,\\nThe fire-scorch nought; he smelleth not his\\nflesh\\nA-roast, nor yet the sandal and the spice\\nThey burn; the taste is emptied from his\\nmouth,\\nThe hearing of his ears is clogged, the sight\\nIs blinded in his eyes those whom he loved\\nWail desolate, for even that must go,\\nThe body, which was lamp unto the life,\\nOr worms will have a horrid feast of it.\\nHere is the common destiny of flesh:\\nThe high and low, the good and bad, must die,\\nAnd then, tis taught, begin anew and live\\nSomewhere, somehow, who knows? and so\\nagain\\nThe pangs, the parting, and the lighted pile\\nSuch is man s round.\\nButlo! Siddartha turned\\nEyes gleaming with divine tears to the sky,\\nEyes lit with heavenly pity to the earth;\\nFrom sky to earth he looked, from earth to sky,\\nAs if his spirit sought in lonely flight\\nSome far-off vision, linking this and that,\\nLost past but searchable, but seen, but\\nknown.", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "73 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThen cried he, while his lifted countenance\\nGlowed with the burning passion of a love\\nUnspeakable, the ardor of a hope\\nBoundless, insatiate: Oh! suffering world,\\nOh known and unknown of my common flesh,\\nCaught in this common net of death and woe,\\nAnd life which binds to both I see, I feel\\nThe vastness of the agony of earth,\\nThe vainness of its joys, the mockery\\nOf all its best, the anguish of its worst;\\nSince pleasures end in pain, and youth in age,\\nAnd love in loss, and life in hateful death,\\nAnd death in unknown lives, which will but\\nyoke\\nMen to their wheel again to whirl the round\\nOf false delights and woes that are not false.\\nMe too this lure hath cheated, so it seemed\\nLovely to live, and life a sunlit stream\\nFor ever flowing in a changeless peace;\\nWhereas the foolish ripple of the flood\\nDances so lightly down by bloom and lawn\\nOnly to pour its crystal quicklier\\nInto the foul salt sea. The veil is rent\\nWhich blinded me I am as all these men\\nWho cry upon their gods and are not heard\\nOr are not heeded yet there must be aid\\nFor them and me and all there must be help", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 79\\nPerchance the gods have need of help them-\\nselves,\\nBeing so feeble that when sad lips cry\\nThey cannot save I would not let one cry\\nWhom I could save How can it be that Brahm\\nWould make a world and keep it miserable,\\nSince, if all-powerful, he leaves it so,\\nHe is not good, and if not powerful,\\nHe is not God? Channa! lead home again!\\nIt is enough! mine eyes have seen enough!\\nWhich when the King heard, at the gates he\\nset\\nA triple guard, and bade no man should pass\\nBy day or night, issuing or entering in,\\nUntil the dsys were numbered of that dream.", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "80 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBOOK THE FOURTH.\\nBut when the days were numbered, then befell\\nThe parting of our Lord which was to be\\nWhereby came wailing in the Golden Home,\\nWoe to the King and sorrow o er the land,\\nBut for all flesh deliverance, and that law\\nWhich whoso hears the same shall make\\nhim free.\\nSoftly the Indian night sinks on the plains\\nAt full moon in the month of Chaitra Shud,\\nWhen mangoes redden and the asoka buds\\nSweeten the breeze, and Rama s birthday\\ncomes,\\nAnd all the fields are glad, and all the towns.\\nSoftly that night fell over Vishramvan,\\nFragrant with blooms and jeweled thick with\\nstars,\\nAnd cool with mountain airs sighing adown\\nFrom snow-flats on Himala high-outspread;\\nFor the moon swung above the eastern peaks,\\nClimbing the spangled vault, and lighting\\nclear", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 81\\nRohini s ripples and the hills and plains,\\nAnd all the sleeping land, and near at hand\\nSilvering those roof-tops of the pleasure-house,\\nWhere nothing stirred nor sign of watching\\nwas,\\nSave at the outer gates, whose warders cried\\nMudra, the watchword, and the countersign\\nAngaria, and the watch-drums beat a round\\nWhereat the earth lay still, except for call\\nOf prowling jackals, and the ceaseless trill\\nOf crickets in the garden grounds.\\nWithin\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhere the moon glittered through the lace-\\nworked stone\\nLighting the walls of pearl-shell and the floors\\nPaved with veined marble softly fell her\\nbeams\\nOn such rare company of Indian girls,\\nIt seemed some chamber sweet in Paradise\\nWhere Devis rested. All the chosen ones\\nOf Prince Siddartha s pleasure-home were\\nthere,\\nThe brightest and most faithful of the Court,\\nEach form so lovely in the peace of sleep,\\nThat you had said This is the pearl of all!\\nSave that beside her or beyond her lay\\nFairer and fairer, till the pleasured gaze\\n6 Light of Asia", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "82 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nRoamed o er that feast of beauty as it roams\\nFrom gem to gem in some great goldsmith-\\nwork,\\nCaught by each color till the next is seen.\\nWith careless grace they lay, their soft brown\\nlimbs\\nPart hidden, part revealed their glossy hair\\nBound back with gold or flowers, or flowing\\nloose\\nIn black waves down the shapely nape and\\nneck,\\nLulled into pleasant dreams by happy toils,\\nThey slept no wearier than jeweled birds\\nWhch sing and love all day, then under wing\\nFold head till morn bids sing and love again.\\nLamps of chased silver swinging from the roof\\nIn silver chains, and fed with perfumed oils,\\nMade with the moonbeams tender lights and\\nshades,\\nWhereby were seen the perfect lines of grace,\\nThe bosom s placid heave, the soft stained\\npalms\\nDrooping or clasped, the faces fair and dark,\\nThe great arched brows, the parted lips, the\\nteeth\\nLike pearls a merchant picks to make a string,\\nThe satin-lidded eyes, the lashes dropped", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 83\\nSweeping the delicate cheeks, the rounded\\nwrists,\\nThe smooth small feet with bells and bangles\\ndecked,\\nTinkling low music where some sleeper moved,\\nBreaking her smiling dream of some new dance\\nPraised by the Prince, some magic ring to find,\\nSome fairy love-gift. Here one lay full-length,\\nHer vina by her cheek, and in its strings\\nThe little fingers still all interlaced\\nAs when the last notes of her light song played\\nThose radiant eyes to sleep and sealed her own.\\nAnother slumbered folding in her arms\\nA desert-antelope, its slender head\\nBuried with back-sloped horns between her\\nbreasts\\nSoft nestling; it was eating when both\\ndrowsed\\nRed roses, and her loosening hand still held\\nA rose half-mumbled, while a rose-leaf curled\\nBetween the deer s lips. Here two friends\\nhad dozed\\nTogether, weaving mogra-buds, which bound\\nTheir sister- sweetness in a starry chain,\\nLinking them limb to limb and heart to heart\\nOne pillowed on the blossoms, one on her.\\nAnother, ere she slept, was stringing stones\\nTo make a necklet agate, onyx, sard,", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "84 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nCoral, and moonstone round her wrist it\\ngleamed\\nA coil of splendid color while she held,\\nUnthreaded yet, the bead to close it up\\nGreen turkis, carved with golden gods and\\nscripts.\\nLulled by the cadence of the garden stream,\\nThus lay they on the clustered carpets, each\\nA girlish rose with shut leaves, waiting dawn\\nTo open and make daylight beautiful.\\nThis was the antechamber of the Prince;\\nBut at the purdah s fringe the sweetest slept\\nGunga and Gotami chief ministers\\nIn that still house of love.\\nThe purdah hung,\\nCrimson and blue, with broidered threads of\\ngold,\\nAcross a portal carved in sandal-wood,\\nWhence by three steps the way was to the\\nbower\\nOf inmost splendor, and the marriage-couch\\nSet on a dais soft with silver cloths,\\nWhere the foot fell as though it trod on piles\\nOf neem-blooms. All the walls were plates\\nof pearl,\\nCut shapely from the shells of Lanka s wave;\\nAnd o er the alabaster roof there ran\\nRich inlayings of lotus and of bird,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 85\\nWrought in skilled work of lazulite and jade,\\nJacynth and jasper; woven round the dome,\\nAnd down the sides, and all about the frames\\nWherein were set the fretted lattices,\\nThrough which were breathed, with moonlight\\nand cool airs,\\nScents from the shell-flowers and the jasmine\\nsprays\\nNot bringing thither grace or tenderness\\nSweeter than shed from those fair presences\\nWithin the place the beauteous Sakya Prince,\\nAnd hers, the stately, bright Yasodhara.\\nHalf risen from her soft nest at his side,\\nThe chuddah fallen to her waist, her brow\\nLaid in both palms, the lovely Princess leaned\\nWith heaving bosom and fast falling tears.\\nThrice with her lips she touched Siddartha s\\nhand,\\nAnd at the third kiss moaned, Awake, my\\nLord!\\nGive me the comfort of thy speech! Then\\nhe\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhat is it with thee, O my life? but still\\nShe moaned anew before the words would\\ncome;\\nThen spake, Alas, my Prince! I sank to sleep\\nMost happy, for the babe I bear of thee", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "86 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nQuickened this eve, and at my heart there beat\\nThat double pulse of life and joy and love\\nWhose happy music lulled me, but aho\\nIn slumber I beheld three sights of dread,\\nWith thought whereof my heart is throbbing\\nyet.\\nI saw a white bull with wide branching horns,\\nA lord of pastures, pacing through the streets,\\nBearing upon his front a gem which shone\\nAs if some star had dropped to glitter there,\\nOr like the kantha-stone the great Snake keeps\\nTo make bright daylight underneath the earth.\\nSlow through the streets towards the gates he\\npaced,\\nAnd none could stay him, though there came\\na voice\\nFrom Indra s temple, If ye stay him not,\\nThe glory of the city goeth forth.\\nYet none could stay him. Then I wept aloud,\\nAnd locked my arms about his neck, and strove,\\nAnd bade them bar the gates; but that ox-king\\nBellowed, and, lightly tossing free his crest,\\nBroke from my clasp, and bursting through\\nthe bars,\\nTrampled the warders down and passed away.\\nThe next strange dream was this Four Pres-\\nences\\nSplendid, with shining eyes, so beautiful", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 87\\nThey seemed the Regents of the Earth who\\ndwell\\nOn Mount Sumeru, lighting from the sky\\nWith retinue of countless heavenly ones,\\nSwift swept unto our city, where I saw\\nThe golden flag of Indra on the gate\\nFlutter and fall and lo there rose instead\\nA glorious banner, all the folds whereof\\nRippled with flashing fire of rubies sewn\\nThick on the silver threads, the rays wherefrom\\nSet forth new words and weighty sentences\\nWhose message made all living creatures glad;\\nAnd from the east the wind of sunrise blew\\nWith tender waft, opening those jeweled\\nscrolls\\nSo that all flesh might read; and wondrous\\nblooms\\nPlucked in what clime I know not fell in\\nshowers,\\nColored as none are colored in our groves.\\nThen spake the Prince: All this, my Lotus-\\nflower\\nWas good to see.\\nAy, Lord, the Princess said,\\nSave that it ended with a voice of fear\\nCrying The time is nigh the time is nigh", "height": "2721", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "88 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThereat the third dream came; for when I\\nsought\\nThy side, sweet Lord! ah, on our bed there\\nlay\\nAn unpressed pillow and an empty robe\\nNothing of thee but those nothing of thee,\\nWho art my life and light, my king, my world\\nAnd sleeping still I rose, and sleeping saw\\nThy belt of pearls, tied here below my breasts,\\nChange to a stinging snake, my ankle-rings\\nFall off, my golden bangles part and fall\\nThe jasmines in my hair wither to dust\\nWhile this our bridal-couch sank to the ground,\\nAnd something rent the crimson purdah down\\nThen far away I heard the white bull low,\\nAnd far away the embroidered banner flap,\\nAnd once again that cry, The time is come!\\nBut with that cry which shakes my spirit\\nstill\\nI woke! O Prince! what may such visions\\nmean\\nExcept I die, or worse than any death\\nThou shouldest forsake me or be taken?\\nSweet\\nAs the last smile of sunset was the look\\nSiddartha bent upon his weeping wife.\\nComfort thee, dear! he said, if comfort\\nlives", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 89\\nIn changeless love; for though thy dream\\nmay be\\nvShadows of things to come, and though the\\ngods\\nAre shaken in their seats, and though the\\nworld\\nStands nigh, perchance, to know some way of\\nhelp,\\nYet, whatsoever fall to thee and me,\\nBe sure I loved and love Yasodhara.\\nThou knowest how I muse these many moons,\\nSeeking to save the sad earth I have seen\\nAnd when the time comes, that which will be\\nwill.\\nBut if my soul yearns sore for souls unknown,\\nAnd if I grieve for griefs which are not mine,\\nJudge how my high-winged thoughts must\\nhover- here\\nO er all these lives that share, and sweeten\\nmine\\nSo dear! and thine the dearest, gentlest, best,\\nAnd nearest. Ah, thou mother of my babe\\nWhose body mixed with mine for this fair\\nhope,\\nWhen most my spirit wanders, ranging round\\nThe lands and seas as full of ruth for men\\nAs the far-flying dove is full of ruth\\nFor her twin nestlings ever it has come", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "90 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nHome with glad wing and passionate plumes\\nto thee,\\nWho art the sweetness of my kind best seen,\\nThe utmost of their good, the tenderest\\nOf all their tenderness, mine most of all.\\nTherefore, whatever after this betide,\\nBethink thee of that lordly bull which lowed,\\nThat jewelled banner in thy dream which\\nwaved\\nIts folds departing, and of this be sure,\\nAlways I loved and always love thee well,\\nAnd what I sought for all sought most for thee.\\nBut thou, take comfort and, if sorrow falls,\\nTake comfort still in deeming there may be\\nA way of peace on earth by woes of ours\\nAnd have with this embrace what faithful love\\nCan think of thanks or frame for benison\\nToo little, seeing love s strong self is weak\\nYet kiss me on the mouth, and drink these\\nwords\\nFrom heart to heart therewith, that thou mayst\\nknow\\nWhat others will not that I loved thee most\\nBecause I loved so well all living souls.\\nNow, Princess! rest, for I will rise and watch.\\nThen in her tears she slept, but sleeping\\nsighed", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 91\\nAs if that vision passed again\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The time!\\nThe time is come Whereat Siddartha turned,\\nAnd, lo! the moon shone by the Crab! the\\nstars\\nIn that same silver order long foretold\\nStood ranged to say, This is the night!\\nchoose thou\\nThe way of greatness or the way of good\\nTo reign a King of kings, or wander lone,\\nCrownless and homeless, that the world be\\nhelped.\\nMoreover, with the whispers of the gloom\\nCame to his ears again that warning song,\\nAs when the Devas spoke upon the wind:\\nAnd surely Gods were round about the place\\nWatching our Lord, who watched the shining\\nstars.\\nI will depart, he spake; the hour is come!\\nThy tender lips, dear sleeper, summon me\\nTo that which saves the earth but sunders us\\nAnd in the silence of yon sky I read\\nMy fated message flashing. Unto this\\nCame I, and unto this all nights and days\\nHave led me; for I will not have that crown\\nWhich may be mine I lay aside those realms\\nWhich wait the gleaming of my naked sword\\nMy chariot shall not roll with bloody wheels", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "92 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nFrom victory to victory, till earth\\nWears the red record of my name. I choose\\nTo tread its path with patient, stainless feet,\\nMaking its dust my bed, its loneliest wastes\\nMy dwelling, and its meanest things my mates\\nClad in no prouder garb than outcasts wear,\\nFed with no meats save what the charitable\\nGive of their will, sheltered by no more pomp\\nThan the dim cave lends or the jungle-bush.\\nThis will I do because the woful cry\\nOf life and all flesh living cometh up\\nInto my ears, and all my soul is full\\nOf pity for the sickness of this world\\nWhich I will heal, if healing may be found\\nBy uttermost renouncing and strong strife.\\nFor which of all the great and lesser Gods\\nHave power or pity? Who hath seen them\\nwho?\\nWhat have they wrought to help their worship-\\ners?\\nHow hath it steaded man to pray, and pay\\nTithes of the corn and oil, to chant the charms,\\nTo slay the shrieking sacrifice, to rear\\nThe stately fane, to feed the priests, and call\\nOn Vishnu, Shiva, Surya, who save\\nNone not the worthiest from the griefs that\\nteach\\nThose litanies of flattery and fear", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 93\\nAscending day by day, like wasted smoke?\\nHath any of my brothers scaped thereby\\nThe aches of life, the stings of love and loss\\nThe fiery fever and the ague-shake,\\nThe slow, dull sinking into withered age,\\nThe horrible dark death and what beyond\\nWaits till the whirling wheel comes up again,\\nAnd new lives bring new sorrows to be borne,\\nNew generations for the new desires\\nWhich have their end in the old mockeries?\\nHath any of my tender sisters found\\nFruit of the fast or harvest of the hymn,\\nOr bought one pang the less at bearing-time\\nFor white curds offered and trim tulsi-leaves?\\nNay it may be some of the Gods are good\\nAnd evil-some, but all in action weak\\nBoth pitiful .and pitiless, and both\\nAs men are bound upon this wheel of change,\\nKnowing the former and the after lives.\\nFor so our scriptures truly seem to teach,\\nThat once, and wheresoe er, and whence be-\\ngun\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLife runs its rounds of living, climbing up\\nFrom mote, and gnat, and worm, reptile, and\\nfish,\\nBird and shagged beast, man, demon, deva,\\nGod,\\nTo clod and mote again so are we kin", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "94 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nTo all that is and thus, if one might save\\nMan from his curse, the whole wide world\\nshould share\\nThe lightened horror of this ignorance\\nWhose shadow is chill fear, and cruelty\\nIts bitter pastime. Yea, if one might save\\nAnd means must be There must be refuge\\nMen\\nPerished in winter-winds till one smote fire\\nFrom flint-stones coldly hiding what they held,\\nThe red spark treasured from the kindling sun.\\nThey gorged on flesh like wolves, till one\\nsowed corn,\\nWhich grew a weed, yet makes the life of man\\nThey mowed and babbled till some tongue\\nstruck speech,\\nAnd patient fingers framed the lettered sound.\\nWhat good gift have my brothers, but it came\\nFrom search and strife and loving sacrifice?\\nIf one, then, being great and fortunate,\\nRich, dowered with health and ease, from birth\\ndesigned\\nTo rule if he would rule a King of kings\\nIf one, not tired with life s long day but glad\\nI the freshness of its morning, one not cloyed\\nWith love s delicious feasts, but hungry still;\\nIf one not worn and wrinkled, sadly sage,\\nBut joyous in the glory and the grace", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 95\\nThat mix with evils here, and free to choose\\nEarth s loveliest at his will: one even as I,\\nWho ache not, lack not, grieve not, save with\\ngriefs\\nWhich are not mine, except as I am man\\nIf such a one, having so much to give,\\nGave all, laying it down for love of men,\\nAnd thenceforth spent himself to search for\\ntruth,\\nWringing the secret of deliverance forth,\\nWhether it lurk in hells or hide in heavens,\\nOr hover, unrevealed, nigh unto all\\nSurely at last, far off, sometime, somewhere,\\nThe veil would lift for his deep-searching eyes,\\nThe road would open for his painful feet,\\nThat should be won for which he lost the world,\\nAnd Death might find him conqueror of death.\\nThis will I do, who have a realm to lose,\\nBecause I love my realm, because my heart\\nBeats with each throb of all the hearts that\\nache,\\nKnown and unknown, these that are mine and\\nthose\\nWhich shall be mine, a thousand million more\\nSaved by this sacrifice I offer now.\\nOh, summoning stars! I come! Oh, mournful\\nearth\\nFor thee and thine I lay aside my youth,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "96 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nMy throne, my joys, my golden days, my\\nnights,\\nMy happy palace and thine arms, sweet\\nQueen\\nHarder to put aside than all the rest!\\nYet thee, too, I shall save, saving this earth\\nAnd that which stirs within thy tender womb,\\nMy child, the hidden blossom of our loves,\\nWhom if I wait to bless my mind will fail.\\nWife child father and people ye must share\\nA little while the anguish of this hour\\nThat light may break and all flesh learn the\\nLaw.\\nNow am I fixed, and now I will depart,\\nNever to come again till what I seek\\nBe found if fervent search and strife avail.\\nSo with his brow he touched her feet, and\\nbent\\nThe farewell of fond eyes, unutterable,\\nUpon her sleeping face, still wet with tears\\nAnd thrice around the bed in reverence,\\nAs though it were an altar, softly stepped\\nWith clasped hands laid upon his beating heart,\\nFor never, spake he, lie I there again!\\nAnd thrice he made to go, but thrice came\\nback,\\nSo strong her beauty was, so large his love", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 97\\nThen, o er his head drawing his cloth, he turned\\nAnd raised the purdah s edge:\\nThere drooped, close-hushed,\\nIn such sealed sleep as water-lilies know,\\nThe lovely garden of his Indian girls\\nThat twin dark-petalled lotus-buds of all\\nGunga and Gotami on either side,\\nAnd those, their silk-leaved sisterhood, beyond.\\nPleasant ye are to me, sweet friends! he\\nsaid,\\nAnd dear to leave; yet if I leave ye not\\nWhat else will come to all of us save eld\\nWithout assuage and death without avail?\\nLo as ye lie asleep so must ye lie\\nA-dead; and when the rose dies where are gone\\nIts scent and splendor? when the lamp is drained\\nWhither is fled the flame? Press heavy, Night!\\nUpon their down-dropped lids and seal their\\nlips,\\nThat no tear stay me and no faithful voice.\\nFor all the brighter that these made my life,\\nThe bitterer it is that they and I,\\nAnd all, should live as trees do so much\\nspring,\\nSuch and such rains and frosts, such winter-\\ntimes,\\nAnd then dead leaves, with maybe spring\\nagain,\\n7 Light of Aeia", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "98 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nOr axe-stroke at the root. This will not I,\\nWhose life here was a God s! this would not\\nI,\\nThough all my days were godlike, while men\\nmoan\\nUnder their darkness. Therefore, farewell,\\nfriends\\nWhile life is good to give, I give, and go\\nTo seek deliverance and that unknown Light\\nThen, lightly treading where those sleepers\\nlay,\\nInto the night Siddartha passed: its eyes,\\nThe watchful stars, looked love on him: its\\nbreath,\\nThe wandering wind, kissed his robe s flut-\\ntered fringe;\\nThe garden-blossoms, folded for the dawn,\\nOpened their velvet hearts to waft him scents\\nFrom pink and purple censers: o er the land,\\nFrom Himalay unto the Indian Sea,\\nA tremor spread, as if earth s soul beneath\\nStirred with an unknown hope; and holy\\nbooks\\nWhich tell the story of our Lord say, too,\\nThat rich celestial musics thrilled the air\\nFrom hosts on hosts of shining ones, who\\nthronged", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 99\\nEastward and westward, making bright the\\nnight\\nNorthward and southward, making glad the\\nground.\\nAlso those four dread Regents of the Earth,\\nDescending at the doorway, two by two,\\nWith their bright legions of Invisibles\\nIn arms of sapphire, silver, gold, and pearl\\nWatched with joined hands the Indian Prince,\\nwho stood,\\nHis tearful eyes raised to the stars, and lips\\nClose-set with purpose of prodigious love.\\nThen strode he forth into the gloom and cried,\\nChanna, awake! and bring out Kantaka!\\nWhat would my Lord? the charioteer re-\\nplied^\\nSlow-rising from his place beside the gate\\nTo ride at night when all the ways are dark?\\nSpeak low, Siddartha said, and bring\\nmy horse,\\nFor now the hour is come when I should quit\\nThis golden prison where my heart lives caged\\nTo find the truth which henceforth I will seek,\\nFor all men s sake, until the truth be found.\\nAlas! dear Prince, answered the chariot-\\neer,\\nL.rfC", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "100 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nSpake then for nought those wise and holy\\nmen\\nWho cast the stars and bade us wait the time\\nWhen King Suddhodana s great son should rule\\nRealms upon realms, and be a Lord of lords?\\nWilt thou ride hence and let the rich world slip\\nOut of thy grasp, to hold a beggar s bowl?\\nWilt thou go forth into the friendless waste\\nThat hast this Paradise of pleasures here?\\nThe Prince made answer, Unto this I came,\\nAnd not for thrones the kingdom that I crave\\nIs more than many realms and all things pass\\nTo change and death. Bring me forth Kan-\\ntaka!\\nMost honored, spake again the charioteer,\\nBethink thee of my Lord thy father s grief!\\nBethink thee of their woe whose bliss thou art\\nHow shalt thou help them, first undoing\\nthem?\\nSiddartha answered, Friend, that love is\\nfalse\\nWhich clings to love for selfish sweets of love\\nBut I, who love these more than joys of mine\\nYea, more than joy of theirs depart to save\\nThem and all flesh, if utmost love avail.\\nGo, bring me Kantaka!", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 101\\nThen Channa said,\\nMaster, I go! and forthwith, mournfully,\\nUnto the stall he passed, and from the rack\\nTook down the silver bit and bridle-chains,\\nBreast-cord and curb, and knitted fast the\\nstraps,\\nAnd linked the hooks, and led out Kantaka\\nWhom tethering to the ring, he combed and\\ndressed,\\nStroking the snowy coat to silken gloss\\nNext on the steed he laid the numdah square,\\nFitted the saddle-cloth across, and set\\nThe saddle fair, drew tight the jewelled girths,\\nBuckled the breech-bands and the martingale,\\nAnd made fall both the stirrups of worked\\ngold.\\nThen over all he cast a golden net,\\nWith tassels of seed-pearl and silken strings,\\nAnd led the great horse to the palace door,\\nWhere stood the Prince but when he saw his\\nLord,\\nRight glad he waxed and joyously he neighed,\\nSpreading his scarlet nostrils and the books\\nWrite, Surely all had heard Kantaka s neigh,\\nAnd that strong trampling of his iron heels,\\nSave that the Devas laid their unseen wings\\nOver their ears and kept the sleepers deaf.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "102 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nFondly Siddartha drew the proud head down,\\nPatted the shining neck, and said, Be still,\\nWhite Kantaka! be still, and bear me now\\nThe farthest journey ever rider rode\\nFor this night take I horse to find the truth,\\nAnd where my quest will end yet know I not,\\nSave that it shall not end until I find.\\nTherefore to-night, good steed, be fierce and\\nbold!\\nLet nothing stay thee, though a thousand\\nblades\\nDeny the road let neither wall nor moat\\nForbid our flight Look if I touch thy flank\\nAnd cry, On, Kantaka! let whirlwinds lag\\nBehind thy course Be fire and air, my horse\\nTo stead thy Lord, so shalt thou share with him\\nThe greatness of this deed which helps the\\nworld\\nFor therefore ride I, not for men alone,\\nBut for all things which, speechless, share our\\npain\\nAnd have no hope, nor wit to ask for hope.\\nNow, therefore, bear thy master valorously!\\nThen to the saddle lightly leaping, he\\nTouched the arched crest, and Kantaka sprang\\nforth\\nWith armed hoofs sparkling on the stones and\\nring", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 103\\nOf champing bit but none did hear that sound,\\nFor that the Suddha Devas, gathering near,\\nPlucked the red mohra-flowers and strewed\\nthem thick\\nUnder his tread, while hands invisible\\nMuffled the ringing bit and bridle chains.\\nMoreover, it is written when they came\\nUpon the pavement near the inner gates,\\nThe Yakshas of the air laid magic cloths\\nUnder the stallion s feet, so that he went\\nSoftly and still.\\nBut when they reached the gate\\nOf tripled brass which hardly fivescore men\\nServed to unbar and open lo the doors\\nRolled back all silently, though one might hear\\nIn daytime two koss off the thunderous roar\\nOf those grim hinges and unwieldy plates.\\nAlso the middle and the outer gates\\nUnfolded each their monstrous portals thus\\nIn silence as Siddartha and his steed\\nDrew near; while underneath their shadow lay,\\nSilent as dead men, all those chosen guards\\nThe lance and sword let fall, the shields un-\\nbraced,\\nCaptains and soldiers for there came a wind,\\nDrowsier than blows o er Malwa s fields of\\nsleep,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "104 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBefore the Prince s path, which, being breathed,\\nLulled every sense aswoon and so he passed\\nFree from the palace.\\nWhen the morning star\\nStood half a spear s length from the eastern\\nrim,\\nAnd o er the earth the breath of morning\\nsighed\\nRippling Anoma s wave, the border-stream,\\nThen drew he rein, and leaped to earth and\\nkissed\\nWhite Kantaka betwixt the ears, and spake\\nFull sweet to Channa: This which thou hast\\ndone\\nShall bring thee good and bring all creatures\\ngood.\\nBe sure I love thee always for thy love.\\nLead back my horse and take my crest-pearl\\nhere,\\nMy princely robes, which henceforth stead me\\nnot,\\nMy jeweled sword-belt and my sword, and\\nthese\\nThe long locks by its bright edge severed thus\\nFrom off my brows. Give the King all, and\\nsay\\nSiddartha prays forget him till he come", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "Oh, summoning stars! I come,\\nThe Light of Asia.\\nPacre 93.", "height": "2773", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 105\\nTen times a Prince, with royal wisdom won\\nFrom lonely searchings and the strife for light\\nWhere, if I conquer, lo all earth is mine\\nMine by chief service! tell him mine by\\nlove!\\nSince there is hope for man only in man,\\nAnd none hath sought for this as I will seek,\\nWho cast away my world to save my world.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "106 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBOOK THE FIFTH.\\nRound Rajargiha five fair hills arose,\\nGuarding King Bimbasara s sylvan town:\\nBaibhara, green with lemon-grass and palms;\\nBipulla, at whose foot thin Sarsuti\\nSteals with warm ripple; shadowy TapOv* n,\\nWhose steaming pools mirror black rocks,\\nwhich ooze\\nSovereign earth-butter from their rugged roofs\\nSouth-east the vulture-peak Sailagiri\\nAnd eastward Ratnagiri, hill of gems.\\nA winding track, paven with footworn slabs,\\nLeads thee by safHower fields and bamboo tufts\\nUnder dark mangoes and the jujube-trees,\\nPast milk-white veins of rock and jasper crags,\\nLow cliffs and flats of jungle-flowers, to where\\nThe shoulder of that mountain, sloping west,\\nO erhangs a cave with wild figs canopied.\\nLo thou who comes thither, bare thy feet\\nAnd bow thy head for all this spacious earth\\nHath not a spot more dear or hallowed. Here\\nLord Buddha sate the scorching summers\\nthrough,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 107\\nThe driving rains, the chilly dawns and eves;\\nWearing for all men s sakes the yellow robe,\\nEating in beggar s guise the scanty meal\\nChance-gathered from the charitable at night\\nCouched on the grass, homeless, alone while\\nyelped\\nThe sleepless jackals round his cave, or coughs\\nOf famished tiger from the thicket broke.\\nBy day and night here dwelt the World-honored,\\nSubduing that fair body born for bliss\\nWith fast and frequent watch and search intense\\nOf silent meditation, so prolonged\\nThat ofttimes while he mused as motionless\\nAs the fixed rock his seat the squirrel leaped\\nUpon his knee, the timid quail led forth\\nHer brood between his feet, and blue dozes\\npecked\\nThe rice-grains from the bowl beside his hand.\\nThus would he muse from noontide when\\nthe land\\nShimmered with heat, and walls and temples\\ndanced\\nIn the reeking air till sunset, noting not\\nThe blazing globe roll down, nor evening glide,\\nPurple and swift, across the softened fields\\nNor the still coming of the stars, nor throb\\nOf drum-skins in the busy town, nor screech", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "108 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nOf owl and night-jar; wholly wrapt from self\\nIn keen unraveling of the threads of thought\\nAnd steadfast pacing of life s labyrinths.\\nThus would he sit till midnight hushed the\\nworld,\\nSave where the beasts of darkness in the brake\\nCrept and cried out, as fear and hatred cry,\\nAs lust and avarice and anger creep\\nIn the black jungles of man s ignorance.\\nThen slept he for what space the fleet moon\\nasks\\nTo swim a tenth part of her cloudy sea;\\nBut rose ere the False-dawn, and stood again\\nWistful on some dark platform of his hill,\\nWatching the sleeping earth with ardent eyes\\nAnd thoughts embracing all its living things,\\nWhile o er the waving fields that murmur\\nmoved\\nWhich is the kiss of Morn waking the lands,\\nAnd in the east that miracle of Day\\nGathered and grew. At first a dusk so dim\\nNight seems still unaware of whispered dawn,\\nBut soon before the jungle-cock crows twice\\nA white verge clear, a widening, brightening\\nwhite,\\nHigh as the herald-star, which fades in floods\\nOf silver, warming into pale gold, caught\\nBy topmost clouds, and flaming on their rims", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 109\\nTo fervent golden glow, flushed from the brink\\nWith saffron, scarlet crimson, amethyst\\nWhereat the sky burns splendid to the blue,\\nAnd, robed in raiment of glad light, the King\\nOf Life and Glory cometh\\nThen our Lord,\\nAfter the manner of a Rishi, hailed\\nThe rising orb, and went ablutions made\\nDown by the winding path into the town\\nAnd in the fashion of a Rishi passed\\nFrom street to street, with begging-bowl in\\nhand,\\nGathering the little pittance of his needs.\\nSoon was it filled, for all the townsmen cried,\\nTake of our store, great sir! and Take of\\nours!\\nMarking his godlike face and eyes enwrapt\\nAnd mothers, when they saw our Lord go by,\\nWould bid their children fall to kiss his feet,\\nAnd lift his robe s hem to their brows, or run\\nTo fill his jar, and fetch him milk and cakes.\\nAnd ofttimes as he paced, gentle and slow,\\nRadiant with heavenly pity, lost in care\\nFor those he knew not, save as fellow-lives,\\nThe dark surprised eyes of some Indian maid\\nWould dwell in sudden love and worship deep\\nOn that majestic form, as if she saw", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "110 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nHer dreams of tenderest thought made true,\\nand grace\\nFairer than mortal fire her breast. But he\\nPassed onward with the bowl and yellow robe,\\nBy mild speech paying all those gifts of hearts,\\nWending his way back to the solitudes\\nTo sit upon his hill with holy men,\\nAnd hear and ask of wisdom and its roads.\\nMidway on Ratnagiri s groves of calm,\\nBeyond the city, but below the caves,\\nLodged such as hold the body foe to soul,\\nAnd flesh a beast which men must chain and\\ntame\\nWith bitter pains, till sense of pain is killed,\\nAnd tortured nerves vex torturer no more\\nYogis and Brahmacharis, Bhikshus, all\\nA gaunt and mournful band, dwelling apart.\\nSome day and night had stood with lifted arms,\\nTill drained of blood and withered by dis-\\nease\\nTheir slowly- wasting joints and stiffened limbs\\nJutted from sapless shoulders like dead forks\\nFrom forest trunks. Others had clenched their\\nhands\\nSo long and with so fierce a fortitude,\\nThe claw-like nails grew through the festered\\npalm.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. Ill\\nSome walked on sandals spiked; some with\\nsharp flints\\nGashed breast and brow and thigh, scarred\\nthese with fire,\\nThreaded their flesh with jungle thorn and\\nspits,\\nBesmeared with mud and ashes, crouching foul\\nIn rags of dead men wrapped about their loins.\\nCertain there were inhabited the spots\\nWhere death-pyres smouldered, cowering\\ndefiled\\nWith corpses for their company, and kites\\nScreaming around them o er the funeral-spoils;\\nCertain who cried five hundred times a day\\nThe names of Shiva, wound with darting\\nsnakes\\nAbout their sun-tanned necks and hollow\\nflanks\\nOne palsied foot drawn up against the ham.\\nSo gathered they, a grievous company\\nCrowns blistered by the blazing heat, eyes\\nbleared,\\nSinews and muscles shriveled, visages\\nHaggard and wan as slain men s, five days\\ndead;\\nHere crouched on in the dust who noon by\\nnoon\\nMeted a thousand grains of millet out.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "112 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAte it with famished patience, seed by seed,\\nAnd so starved on there one who bruised his\\npulse\\nWith bitter leaves lest palate should be pleased\\nAnd next, a miserable saint self-maimed,\\nEyeless and tongueless, sexless, crippled, deaf\\nThe body by the mind being thus stripped\\nFor glory of much suffering, and the bliss\\nWhich they shall win say holy books whose\\nwoe\\nShames gods that send us woe, and makes men\\ngods\\nStronger to suffer than Hell is to harm.\\nWhom sadly eying spake our Lord to one,\\nChief of the woe-begones Much-suffering sir\\nThese many moons I dwell upon the hill\\nWho am a seeker of the Truth and see\\nMy brothers here, and thee, so piteously\\nSelf-anguished wherefore add ye ills to life\\nWhich is so evil?\\nAnswer made the sage\\nTis written if a man shall mortify\\nHis flesh, till pain be grown the life he lives\\nAnd death voluptuous rest, such woes shall\\npurge\\nSin s dross away, and the soul, purified,\\nSoar from the furnace of its sorrow, winged", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 113\\nFor glorious spheres and splendor past all\\nthought.\\n4 Yon cloud which floats in heaven, the\\nPrince replied,\\nWreathed like gold cloth around your Indra s\\nthrone,\\nRose thither from the tempest-driven sea;\\nBut it must fall again in tearful drops,\\nTrickling through rough and painful water-\\nways\\nBy cleft and nullah and the muddy flood,\\nTo Gunga and the sea, wherefrom it sprang.\\nKnow st thou, my brother, if it be not thus,\\nAfter their many pains, with saints in bliss?\\nSince that which rises falls, and that which\\nbuys\\nIs spent; and if ye buy heav n with your blood\\nIn hell s hard market, when the bargain s\\nthrough\\nThe toil begins again!\\nIt may begin,\\nThe hermit moaned. Alas! we know not\\nthis,\\nNor surely anything yet after night\\nDay comes, and after turmoil peace, and we\\nHate this accursed flesh which clogs the soul\\n8 Light of Asia", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "114 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThat fain would rise so, for the sake of soul v\\nWe stake brief agonies in game with Gods\\nTo gain the larger joys.\\nYet if they last\\nA myriad years, he said, they fade at length,\\nThose joys; or if not, is there then some life\\nBelow, above, beyond, so unlike life\\nIt will not change? Speak! do your Gods\\nendure\\nFor ever, brothers?\\nNay, the Yogis said,\\nOnly great Brahm endures: the Gods but\\nlive.\\nThen spake Lord Buddha: Will ye, being\\nwise,\\nAs ye seem holy and strong-hearted ones,\\nThrow these sore dice, which are your groans\\nand moans,\\nFor gains which may be dreams, and must have\\nend?\\nWill ye, for love of soul, so loathe your flesh,\\nSo scourge and maim it, that it shall not\\nserve\\nTo bear the spirit on, searching for home,\\nBut founder on the track before nightfall,\\nLike willing steed o er-spurred? Will ye, sad\\nsirs.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 115\\nDismantle and dismember this fair house,\\nWhere we have come to dwell by painful pasts\\nWhose windows give us light the little light\\nWhereby we gaze abroad to know if dawn\\nWill break, and whither winds the better\\nroad?\\nThen cried they, We have chosen this for\\nroad\\nAnd tread it, Rajaputra, till the close-\\nThough all its stones were fire in trust of\\ndeath.\\nSpeak, if thou know st a way more excellent;\\nIf not, peace go with thee!\\nOnward he passed,\\nExceeding sorrowful, seeing how men\\nFear so to die they are afraid to fear,\\nLust so to live they dare not love their life,\\nBut plague it with fierce penances, belike\\nTo please the Gods who grudge pleasure to\\nman;\\nBelike to balk hell by self-kindled hells;\\nBelike in holy madness, hoping soul\\nMay break the better through their wasted\\nflesh.\\nOh, flowerets of the field! Siddartha said,\\nWho turn your tender faces to the sun", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "116 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nGlad of the light, and grateful with sweet\\nbreath\\nOf fragrance and these robes of reverence\\ndonned\\nSilver and gold and purple none of ye\\nMiss perfect living, none of ye despoil\\nYour happy beauty. Oh, ye palms which rise\\nEager to pierce the sky and drink the wind\\nBlown from Malaya and the cool blue seas,\\nWhat secret know ye that ye grow content,\\nFrom time of tender shoot to time of fruit,\\nMurmuring such sun- songs from your feath-\\nered crowns?\\nYe, too, who dwell so merry in the trees\\nQuick-darting parrots, bee-birds, bulbuls,\\ndoves\\nNone of ye hate your life, none of ye deem\\nTo strain to better by foregoing needs\\nBut man, who slays ye being lord is wise,\\nAnd wisdom, nursed on blood, cometh thus\\nforth\\nIn self-tormentings!\\nWhile the Master spake\\nBlew down the mount the dust of pattering\\nfeet,\\nWhite goats and black sheep winding slow\\ntheir way,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 117\\nWith many a lingering nibble at the tufts,\\nAnd wanderings from the path, where water\\ngleamed\\nOr wild figs hung. But always as they strayed\\nThe herdsman cried, or slung his sling, and\\nkept\\nThe silly crowd still moving to the plain.\\nA ewe with couplets in the flock there was,\\nSome hurt had lamed one lamb, which toiled\\nbehind\\nBleeding, while in the front its fellow skipped,\\nAnd the vexed dam hither and thither ran,\\nFearful to lose this little one or that\\nWhich when our Lord did mark, full tenderly\\nHe took the limping lamb upon his neck,\\nSaying, Poor woolly mother, be at peace\\nWhither thou goest I will bear thy care;\\nTwere all as good to ease one beast of grief\\nAs sit and watch the sorrows of the world\\nIn yonder caverns with the priests who pray.\\nBut, spake he to the herdsmen, where-\\nfore, friends!\\nDrive ye the flocks adown under high noon,\\nSince tis at evening that men fold their sheep?\\nAnd answer gave the peasants We are sent\\nTo fetch a sacrifice of goats five score,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "118 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd five score sheep, the which our Lord the\\nKing\\nSlayeth this night in worship of his gods.\\nThen said the Master: I will also go!\\nSo paced he patiently, bearing the lamb\\nBeside the herdsmen in the dust and sun,\\nThe wistful ewe low-bleating at his feet.\\nWhom, when they came unto the river-side,,\\nA woman dove-eyed, young, with tearful face\\nAnd lifted hands saluted, bending low\\n44 Lord! thou art he, she said, who yesterday\\nHad pity on me in the fig-grove here,\\nWhere I live lone and reared my child but he\\nStraying amid the blossoms found a snake,\\nWhich twined about his wrist, whilst he did\\nlaugh\\nAnd tease the quick forked tongue and opened\\nmouth\\nOf that cold playmate. But, alas ere long\\nHe turned so pale and still, I could not think.\\nWhy he should cease to play, and let my breast\\nFall from his lips. And one said, He is sick\\nOf poison; and another, He will die.\\nBut I, who could not lose my precious boy,\\nPrayed of them physic, which might bring the v\\nlight", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 119\\nBack to his eyes it was so very small\\nThat kiss-mark of the serpent, and I think\\nIt could not hate him, gracious as he was,\\nNor hurt him in his sport. And some one said,\\nThere is a holy man upon the hill\\nLo now he passeth in the yellow robe\\nAsk of the Rishi if there be a cure\\nFor that which ails thy son. Whereon I came\\nTrembling to thee, whose brow is like a god s,\\nAnd wept and drew the face cloth from my\\nbabe,\\nPraying thee tell what simples might be good.\\nAnd thou, great sir! didst spurn me not, but\\ngaze\\nWith gentle eyes and touch with patient hand\\nThen draw the face-cloth back, saying to me,\\nYea! little sister, there is that might heal\\nThee first, and him, if thou couldst fetch the\\nthing;\\nFor they who seek physicians bring to them\\nWhat is ordained. Therefore, I pray thee, find\\nBlack mustard-seed, a tola only mark\\nThou take it not from any hand or house\\nWhere father, mother, child, or slave hath died\\nIt shall be well if thou canst find such seed.\\nThus didst thou speak, my Lord!\\nThe Master smiled\\nExceeding tenderly. Yea! I spake thus,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "120 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nDear Kisagotami But didst thou find\\nThe seed?\\n1 I went, Lord, clasping to my breast\\nThe babe, grown colder, asking at each hut\\nHere in the jungle and towards the town\\nI pray you, give me mustard, of your grace,\\nA tola black; and each who had it gave,\\nFor all the poor are piteous to the poor\\nBut when I asked, In my friend s household\\nhere\\nHath any peradventure ever died\\nHusband or wife, or child, or slave? they said:\\nO Sister! what is this you ask? the dead\\nAre very many, and the living few!\\nSo with sad thanks I gave the mustard back,\\nAnd prayed of others but the others said,\\nHere is the seed, but we have lost our slave!\\n4 Here is the seed, but our good man is dead!*\\nHere is some seed, but he that sowed it died\\nBetween the rain- time and the harvesting!\\nAh, sir I could not find a single house\\nWhere there was mustard-seed and done had\\ndied!\\nTherefore, I left my child who would not suck\\nNor smile beneath the wild-vines by the\\nstream,\\nTo seek thy face and kiss thy feet, and pray\\nWhere I might find this seed and find no death,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 121\\nIf now, indeed, my baby be not dead,\\nAs I do fear, and as they said to me.\\nMy sister! thou hast found, the Master\\nsaid,\\nSearching for what none finds that bitter\\nbalm\\nI had to give thee. He thou lovedst slept\\nDead on thy bosom yesterday to-day\\nThou know st the whole wide world weeps\\nwith thy woe\\nThe grief which all hearts share grows less for\\none.\\nLo I would pour my blood if it could stay\\nThy tears and win the secret of that curse\\nWhich makes sweet love our anguish, and\\nwhich drives\\nO er flowers and pastures to the sacrifice\\nAs these dumb beasts are driven men their\\nlords.\\nI seek that secret bury thou thy child\\nSo entered they the city side by side,\\nThe herdsmen and the Prince, what time the\\nsun\\nGilded slow Sona s distant stream, and threw\\nLong shadows down the street and through the\\ngate", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "122 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nWhere the King s men kept watch. But when\\nthese saw\\nOur Lord bearing the lamb, the guards stood\\nback,\\nThe market-people drew their wains aside,\\nIn the bazaar buyers and sellers stayed\\nThe war of tongues to gaze on that mild face\\nThe smith, with lifted hammer in his hand,\\nForgot to strike the weaver left his web,\\nThe scribe his scroll, the money-changer lost\\nHis count of cowries from the unwatched rice\\nShiva s white bull fed free; the wasted milk\\nRan o er the lota while the milkers watched\\nThe passage of our Lord moving so meek,\\nWith yet so beautiful a majesty.\\nBut most the women gathering in the doors\\nAsked, Who is this that brings the sacrifice\\nSo graceful and peace-giving as he goes?\\nWhat is his caste? whence hath he eyes so\\nsweet?\\nCan he be Sakra or the Devaraj?\\nAnd others said, It is the holy man\\nWho dwelleth with the Rishis on the hill.\\nBut the Lord paced, in meditation lost,\\nThinking. Alas! for all my sheep which have\\nNo shepherd wandering in the night with none\\nTo guide them; bleating blindly towards the\\nknife", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 123\\nOf Death, as these dumb beasts which are their\\nkin.\\nThen some one told the King, There com-\\neth here\\nA holy hermit, bringing down the flock\\nWhich thou didst bid to crown the sacrifice.\\nThe King stood in his hall of offering,\\nOn either hand the white-robed Brahmans\\nranged\\nMuttered their mantras, feeding still the fire\\nWhich roared upon the midmost altar. There\\nFrom scented woods flickered bright tongues\\nof flame,\\nHissing and curling as they licked the gifts\\nOf ghee and spices and the Soma juice,\\nThe joy of Indra. Round about the pile\\nA slow, thick, scarlet streamlet smoked and\\nran,\\nSucked by the sand, but ever rolling down,\\nThe blood of bleating victims. One such lay,\\nA spotted goat, long-horned, its head bound\\nback\\nWith munja grass; at its stretched throat the\\nknife\\nPressed by a priest, who murmured, This,\\ndread gods,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "124 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nOf many yajnas cometh as the crown\\nFrom Bimbasara: take ye joy to see\\nThe spirted blood, and pleasure in the scent\\nOf rich flesh roasting mid the fragrant flames;\\nLet the King s sins be laid upon this goat,\\nAnd let the fire consume them burning it,\\nFor now I strike.\\nBut Buddha softly said,\\n44 Let him not strike, great King! and there-\\nwith loosed\\nThe victim s bonds, none staying him, so great\\nHis presence was. Then, craving leave, he\\nspake\\nOf life, which all can take but none can give,\\nLife, which all creatures love and strive to\\nkeep,\\nWonderful, dear and pleasant unto each,\\nEven to the meanest yea, a boon to all\\nWhere pity is, for pity makes the world\\nSoft to the weak and noble for the strong.\\nUnto the dumb lips of his flock he lent\\nSad pleading words, showing how man, who\\nprays\\nFor mercy to the gods, is merciless,\\nBeing as god to those albeit all life\\nIs linked and kin, and what we slay have given\\nMeek tribute of the milk and wool, and set", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 125\\nFast trust upon the hands which murder them.\\nAlso he spake of what the holy books\\nDo surely teach, how that at death some sink\\nTo bird and beast, and these rise up to man\\nIn wanderings of the spark which grows purged\\nflame.\\nSo were the sacrifice new sin, if so\\nThe fated passage of a soul be stayed.\\nNor, spake he, shall one wash his spirit clean\\nBy blood; nor gladden gods, being good,\\nwith blood\\nNor bribe them, being evil nay, nor lay\\nUpon the brow of innocent bound beasts\\nOne hair s weight of that answer all must give\\nFor all things done amiss or wrongfully,\\nAlone, each for himself, reckoning with that\\nThe fixed arithmic of the universe,\\nWhich meteth good for good and ill for ill,\\nMeasure for measure, unto deeds, words,\\nthoughts\\nWatchful, aware, implacable, unmoved;\\nMaking all futures fruits of all the pasts.\\nThus spake he, breathing words so piteous\\nWith such high lordlines sof ruth and right,\\nThe priests drew back their garments o er the\\nhands\\nCrimsoned with slaughter, and the King came\\nnear.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "126 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nStanding with clasped palms reverencing\\nBuddh;\\nWhile still our Lord went on, teaching how\\nfair\\nThis earth were if all living things be linked\\nIn friendliness and common use of foods,\\nBloodless and pure the golden grain, bright\\nfruits,\\nSweet herbs which grow for all, the waters\\nwan,\\nSufficient drinks and meats. Which when these\\nheard,\\nThe might of gentleness so conquered them,\\nThe priests themselves scattered their altar-\\nflames\\nAnd flung away the steel of sacrifice\\nAnd through the land next day passed a de-\\ncree\\nProclaimed by criers, and in this wise graved\\nOn rock and column: Thus the King s\\nwill is\\nThere hath been slaughter for the sacrifice\\nAnd slaying for the meat, but henceforth none\\nShall spill the blood of life nor taste of flesh,\\nSeeing that knowledge grows, and life is one,\\nAnd mercy cometh to the merciful.\\nSo ran the edit, and from those days forth", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 127\\nSweet peace hath spread between all living\\nkind,\\nMan and the beasts which serve him, and the\\nbirds,\\nOn all those banks of Gunga where our Lord\\nTaught with his saintly pity and soft speech.\\nFor aye so piteous was the Master s heart\\nTo all that breathe this breath of fleeting life,\\nYoked in one fellowship of joys and pains,\\nThat it is written in the holy books\\nHow, in an ancient age when Buddha wore\\nA Brahman s form, dwelling upon the rock\\nNamed Munda, by the village of Dalidd\\nDrought withered all the land the young rice\\ndied\\nEre it could hide a quail in forest glades\\nA fierce sun sucked the pools; grasses and\\nherbs\\nSickened, and all the woodland creatures fled\\nScattering for sustenance. At such a time,\\nBetween the hot walls of a nullah, stretched\\nOn naked stones, our Lord spied, as he passed,\\nA starving tigress. Hunger in her orbs\\nGlared with green flame her dry tongue lolled\\na span\\nBeyond the gasping jaws and shrivelled jowl\\nHer painted hide hung wrinkled on her ribs", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "128 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAs when between the rafters sinks a thatch\\nRotten with rains; and at the poor lean dugs\\nTwo cubs, whining with famine, tugged and\\nsucked,\\nMumbling those milkless teats which rendered\\nnought,\\nWhile she, their gaunt dam, licked full\\nmotherly\\nThe clamorous twins, yielding her flank to them\\nWith moaning throat, and love stronger than\\nwant,\\nSoftening the first of that wild cry wherewith\\nShe laid her famished muzzle to the sand\\nAnd roared a savage thunder-peal of woe.\\nSeeing which bitter strait, and heeding nought\\nSave the immense compassion of a Buddh,\\nOur Lord bethought, There is no other way\\nTo help this murderess of the woods but one.\\nBy sunset these will die, having no meat\\nThere is no living heart will pity her,\\nBloody with ravin, lean for lack of blood.\\nLo! if I feed her, who shall lose but I,\\nAnd how can love lose doing of its kind\\nEven to the uttermost? So saying, Buddh\\nSilently laid aside sandals and staff,\\nHis sacred thread, turban, and cloth, and came\\nForth from behind the milk -bush on the sand,\\nSaying, Ho! mother, here is meat for thee!", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 129\\nWhereat the perishing beast yelped hoarse and\\nshrill,\\nSprang from her cubs, and, hurling to the\\nearth\\nThat willing victim, had her feast of him\\nWith all the crooked daggers of her claws\\nRending his flesh, and all her yellow fangs\\nBathed in his blood: the great cat s burning\\nbreath\\nMixed with the last sigh of such fearless love.\\nThus large the Master s heart was long ago,\\nNot only now, when with his gracious ruth\\nHe bade cease cruel worship of the Gods.\\nAnd much King Bimbasara prayed our Lord\\nLearning his royal birth and holy search\\nTo tarry in that city, saying oft,\\nThy princely state may not abide such fasts;\\nThy hands were made for sceptres, not for\\nalms.\\nSojourn with me, who have no son to rule,\\nAnd teach my kingdom wisdom, till I die,\\nLodged in my palace with a beauteous bride.\\nBut ever spake Siddartha, of set mind,\\nThese things I had, most noble King, and\\nleft,\\nSeeking the Truth; which still I seek, and\\nshall\\n9 Light of Asia", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "130 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nNot to be stayed, though Sakra s palace ope d\\nIts doors of pearl and Devis wooed me in.\\nI go to build the Kingdom of the Law,\\nJourneying to Gaya and the forest shades,\\nWhere, as I think, the light will come to me\\nFor nowise here among the Rishis comes\\nThat light, nor from the Shasters, nor from\\nfasts\\nBorne till the body faints, starved by the soul.\\nYet there is light to reach and truth to win,\\nAnd surely, O true Friend, if I attain\\nI will return and quit thy love.\\nThereat\\nThrice round the Prince King Bimbasara\\npaced,\\nReverently bending to the Master s feet,\\nAnd bade him speed. So passed our Lord\\naway\\nTowards Uravilva, not yet comforted,\\nAnd wan of face, and weak with six years\\nquest.\\nBut they upon the hill and in the grove\\nAlara, Udra, and the ascetics five\\nHad stayed him, saying all was written clear\\nIn holy Shasters, and that none might win\\nHigher than Sruti and than Smriti nay,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 131\\nNot the chief saints for how should mortal\\nman\\nBe wiser than the Jnana-Kand, which tells\\nHow Brahm is bodiless and actionless,\\nPassionless, calm, unqualified, unchanged,\\nPure life, pure thought, pure joy? Or how\\nshould man\\nBe better than the Karmma-Kand, which\\nshows\\nHow he may strip passion and action off,\\nBreak from the bond of self, and so, unsphered,\\nBe God, and melt into the vast divine,\\nFlying from false to true, from wars of sense\\nTo peace eternal, where the silence lives?\\nBut the Prince heard them, not yet comforted.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "132 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBOOK THE SIXTH.\\nThou who wouldst see where dawned the light\\nat last,\\nNorth-westwards from the Thousand Gar-\\ndens go\\nBy Gunga s valley till thy steps be set\\nOn the green hills where those twin streamlets\\nspring\\nNilajan and Mohana; follow them,\\nWinding beneath broad-leaved mahua-trees,\\nMid thickets of the sansar and the bir,\\nTill on the plain the shining sisters meet\\nIn Phalgu s bed, flowing by rocky banks\\nTo Gaya and the red Barbar hills.\\nHard by that river spreads a thorny waste,\\nUruwelaya named in ancient days,\\nWith sandhills broken on its verge a wood\\nWaves sea-green plumes and tassels thwart\\nthe sky\\nWith undergrowth where through a still flood\\nsteals,\\nDappled with lotus-blossoms, blue and white,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 133\\nAnd peopled with quick fish and tortoises.\\nNear it the village of Senani reared\\nIts roofs of grass, nestled amid the palms,\\nPeaceful with simple folk and pastoral toils.\\nThere in the sylvan solitudes once more\\nLord Buddha lived, musing the woes of men,\\nThe ways of fate, the doctrines of the books,\\nThe lessons of the creatures of the brake,\\nThe secrets of the silence whence all come,\\nThe secrets of the gloom whereto all go,\\nThe life which lies between, like that arch\\nflung\\nFrom cloud to cloud across the sky, which\\nhath\\nMists for its masonry and vapory piers,\\nMelting to void again which was so fair\\nWith sapphire hues, garnet, and chrysoprase.\\nMoon after moon our Lord sate in the wood,\\nSo meditating these that he forgot\\nOfttimes the hour of food, rising from thoughts\\nProlonged beyond the sunrise and the noon\\nTo see his bowl unfilled, and eat perforce\\nOf wild fruit fallen from the boughs o erhead,\\nShaken to earth by chattering ape, or plucked\\nBy purple parokeet. Therefore his grace\\nFaded; his body, worn by stress of soul,\\nLost day by day the marks, thirty and two,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "134 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nWhich testify the Buddha. Scarce that leaf,\\nFluttering so dry and withered to his feet\\nFrom off the sal-branch, bore less likeliness\\nOf spring s soft greenery than he of him\\nWho was the princely flower of all his land.\\nAnd once at such a time the o erwrought\\nPrince\\nFell to the earth in deadly swoon, all spent,\\nEven as one slain, who hath no longer breath\\nNor any stir of blood so wan he was,\\nSo motionless. But there came by that way\\nA shepherd-boy, who saw Siddartha lie\\nWith lids fast-closed, and lines of nameless\\npain\\nFixed on his lips the fiery noonday sun\\nBeating upon his head who, plucking boughs\\nFrom wild rose-apple trees, knitted them thick\\nInto a bower to shade the sacred face.\\nAlso he poured upon the Master s lips\\nDrops of warm milk, pressed from his she-\\ngoat s bag,\\nLest, being of low caste, he do wrong to one\\nSo high and holy seeming. But the books\\nTell how the jambu-branches, planted thus,\\nShot with quick life in wealth of leaf and\\nflower.\\nAnd glowing fruitage interlaced and close,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 135\\nSo that the bower grew like a tent of silk\\nPitched for a king at hunting, decked with studs\\nOf silver-work and bosses of red gold.\\nAnd the boy worshiped, deeming him some\\nGod;\\nBut our Lord gaining breath, arose and asked\\nMilk in the shepherd s lota. Ah, my Lord,\\nI cannot give thee, quoth the lad; thou seest\\nI am a Sudra, and my touch defiles!\\nThen the World-honored spake: Pity and\\nneed\\nMake all flesh kin. There is no caste in blood,\\nWhich runneth of one hue, nor caste in tears,\\nWhich trickle salt with all neither comes man\\nTo birth with tilka-mark stamped on the brow,\\nNor sacred thread on neck. Who doth right\\ndeeds\\nIs twice-born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.\\nGive me a drink, my brother when I come\\nUnto my quest it shall be good for thee.\\nThereat the peasant s heart was glad, and gave.\\nAnd on another day there passed that road\\nA band of tinseled girls, the nautch-dancers\\nOf Indra s temple in the town, with those\\nWho made their music one that beat a drum\\nSet round with peacock-feathers, one that blew\\nThe piping bansuli, and one that twitched", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "136 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nA three- string sitar. Lightly tripped they\\ndown\\nFrom ledge to ledge and through the chequered\\npaths\\nTo some gay festival, the silver bells\\nChiming soft peals about the small brown feet,\\nArmlets and wrist-rings tattling answer shrill\\nWhile he that bore the sitar thrummed and\\ntwanged\\nHis threads of brass, and she beside him sang\\nFair goes the dancing when the sitar s tuned;\\nTune us the sitar neither low nor high,\\nAnd we will dance away the hearts of men.\\nThe string o erstretched breaks, and the music flies\\nThe string o erslack is dumb, and music dies\\nTune us the sitar neither low nor high.\\nSo sang the nautch-girl to the pipe and wires,\\nFluttering like some vain, painted butterfly\\nFrom glade to glade along the forest path,\\nNor dreamed her light words echoed on the ear\\nOf him, that holy man, who sate so rapt\\nUnder the fig-tree by the path. But Buddh\\nLifted his great brow as the wantons passed,\\nAnd spake: The foolish of ttimes teach the\\nwise\\nI strain too much this string of life, belike,\\nMeaning to make such music as shall save.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 137\\nMine eyes are dim now that they see the truth,\\nMy strength is waned now that my need is\\nmost;\\nWould that I had such help as man must have,\\nFor I shall die, whose life was all men s hope.\\nNow, by that river dwelt a landholder\\nPious and rich, master of many herds,\\nA goodly chief, the friend of all the poor\\nAnd from his house the village drew its name\\nSenani. Pleasant and in peace he lived,\\nHaving for wife Sujata., loveliest\\nOf all the dark-eyed daughters of the plain;\\nGentle and true, simple and kind was she,\\nNoble of mien, with gracious speech to all\\nAnd gladsome looks a pearl of womanhood\\nPassing calm years of household happiness\\nBeside her lord in that still Indian home,\\nSave that no male child blessed their wedded.\\nlove.\\nWherefore with many prayers she had besought\\nLukshmi and many nights at full-moon gone\\nRound the great Lingam, nine times nine,\\nwith gifts\\nOf rice and jasmine wreaths and sandal oil,\\nPraying a boy; also Sujata vowed\\nIf this should be an offering of food\\nUnto the Wood-God, plenteous, delicate,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "138 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nSet in a bowl of gold under his tree,\\nSuch as the lips of Devis may taste and take.\\nAnd this had been for there was born to her\\nA beauteous boy, now three months old, who\\nlay\\nBetween Sujata s breasts, while she did pace\\nWith grateful foot-steps to the Wood-God s\\nshrine,\\nOne arm clasping her crimson sari close\\nTo wrap the babe, that jewel of her joys,\\nThe other lifted high in comely curve\\nTo steady on her head the bowl and dish\\nWhich held the dainty victuals for the God.\\nBut Radha, sent before to sweep the ground\\nAnd tie the scarlet threads around the tree,\\nCame eager, crying, Ah, dear Mistress! look!\\nThere is the Wood-God sitting in his place,\\nRevealed, with folded hands upon his knees.\\nSee how the light shines round about his brow\\nHow mild and great he seems, with heavenly\\neyes!\\nGood fortune is it thus to meet the gods.\\nSo, thinking him divine, Sujata drew\\nTremblingly nigh, and kissed the earth and\\nsaid,\\nWith sweet face bent, Would that the Holy\\nOne", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 139\\nInhabiting this grove, Giver of good,\\nMerciful unto me his handmaiden,\\nVouchsafing now his presence, might accept\\nThese our poor gifts of snowy curds, fresh-\\nmade,\\nWith milk as white as new-carved ivory!\\nTherewith into the golden bowl she poured\\nThe curds and milk, and on the hands of Buddh\\nDropped attar from a crystal flask distilled\\nOut of the hearts of roses: and he ate,\\nSpeaking no word, while the glad mother stood\\nIn reverence apart. But of that meal\\nSo wondrous was the virtue that our Lord\\nFelt strength and life return as though the\\nnights\\nOf watching -and the days of fast had passed\\nIn dream, as though the spirit with the flesh\\nShared that fine meat and plumed its wings\\nanew,\\nLike some delighted bird at sudden streams\\nWeary with flight o er endless wastes of sand,\\nWhich laves the desert dust from neck and\\ncrest.\\nAnd more Sujata worshiped, seeing our Lord\\nGrow fairer and his countenance more bright\\nArt thou indeed the God? she lowly asked,\\n44 And hath my gift found favor?", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "140 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBut Buddh said,\\nWhat is it thou dost bring me?\\nHoly one!\\nAnswered Sujata, from our droves I took\\nMilk of a hundred mothers newly-calved,\\nAnd with that milk I fed fifty white cows,\\nAnd with their milk twenty-and-five, and then\\nWith theirs twelve more, and yet again with\\ntheirs\\nThe six noblest and best of all our herds.\\nThat yield I boiled with sandal and fine spice\\nIn silver lotas, adding rice, well grown\\nFrom chosen seed, set in new-broken ground,\\nSo picked that every grain was like a pearl.\\nThis did I of true heart, because I vowed\\nUnder thy tree, if I should bear a boy\\nI would make offering for my joy, and now\\nI have my son and all my life is bliss!\\nSoftly our Lord drew down the crimson fold,\\nAnd, laying on the little head those hands\\nWhich help the worlds, he said, Long be thy\\nbliss\\nAnd lightly fall on him the load of life\\nFor thou hast holpen me who am no God,\\nBut one, thy Brother; heretofore a Prince\\nAnd now a wanderer, seeking night and day", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 141\\nThese six hard years that light which some-\\nwhere shines\\nTo lighten all men s darkness, if they knew!\\nAnd I shall find the light; yea, now it dawned\\nGlorious and helpful, when my weak flesh\\nfailed\\nWhich this pure food, fair Sister, hath restored,\\nDrawn manifold through lives to quicken life\\nAs life itself passes by many births\\nTo happier heights and purging off of sins.\\nYet dost thou truly find it sweet enough\\nOnly to live? Can life and love suffice?\\nAnswered Sujata, Worshipful! my heart\\nIs little, and a little rain will fill\\nThe lily s cup which hardly moists the field.\\nIt is enough .for me to feel life s sun\\nShine in my Lord s grace and my baby s smile,\\nMaking the loving summer of our home.\\nPleasant my days pass filled with household\\ncares\\nFrom sunrise when I wake to praise the gods,\\nAnd give forth grain, and trim the tulsi-plant,\\nAnd set my handmaids to their tasks, till noon,\\nWhen my Lord lays his head upon my lap\\nLulled by soft songs and wavings of the fan\\nAnd so to supper-time at quiet eve,\\nWhen by his side I stand and serve the cakes.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "142 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThen the stars light their silver lamps for\\nsleep,\\nAfter the temple and the talk with friends.\\nHow should I not be happy, blest so much,\\nAnd bearing him this boy whose tiny hand\\nShall lead his soul to Swerga, if it need?\\nFor holy books teach when a man shall plant\\nTrees for the travelers shade, and dig a well\\nFor the folks comfort, and beget a son,\\nIt shall be good for such after their death\\nAnd what the books say that I humbly take,\\nBeing not wiser than those great of old\\nWho spake with gods, and knew the hymns and\\ncharms,\\nAnd all the ways of virtue and of peace.\\nAlso I think that good must come of good\\nAnd ill of evil surely unto all\\nIn every place and time seeing sweet fruit\\nGroweth from wholesome roots, and bitter\\nthings\\nFrom poison-stocks yea, seeing, too, how spite\\nBreeds hate, and kindness friends, and patience\\npeace\\nEven while we live and when tis willed we\\ndie\\nShall there not be as good a Then as Now?\\nHaply much better! since one grain of rice", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 143\\nShoots a green feather gemmed with fifty-\\npearls,\\nAnd all the starry champak s white and gold\\nLurks in those little, naked, grey spring-buds,\\nAh, Sir. I know there might be woes to bear\\nWould lay fond Patience with her face in dust\\nIf this my babe pass first I think my heart\\nWould break almost I hope my heart would\\nbreak\\nThat I might clasp him dead and wait my\\nLord\\nIn whatsoever world holds faithful wives\\nDuteous, attending till his hour should come.\\nBut if Death called Senani, I should mount\\nThe pile and lay that dear head in my lap,\\nMy daily way, rejoicing when the torch\\nLit the quick flame and rolled the choking\\nsmoke.\\nFor it is written if an Indian wife\\nDie so, her love shall give her husband s soul\\nFor every hair upon her head a score\\nOf years in Swerga. Therefore fear I not.\\nAnd therefore, Holy Sir! my life is glad,\\nNowise forgetting yet those other lives\\nPainful and poor, wicked and miserable,\\nWhereupon the gods grant pity but for me,\\nWhat good I see humbly I seek to do,\\nAnd live obedient to the law, in trust", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "144 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThat will come, and must come, shall come\\nwell.\\nThen spake our Lord, Thou teachest them\\nwho teach,\\nWiser than wisdom in thy simple lore.\\nBe thou content to know not, knowing thus\\nThy way of right and duty grow, thou flower\\nWith thy sweet kind in peaceful shade the\\nlight\\nOf Truth s high noon is not for tender leaves\\nWhich must spread broad in other suns and lift\\nIn later lives a crowned head to the sky.\\nThou who hast worshipped me, I worship thee\\nExcellent heart! learned unknowingly.\\nAs the dove is which flieth home by love.\\nIn thee is seen why there is hope for man\\nAnd where we hold the wheel of life at will.\\nPeace go with thee, and comfort all thy days\\nAs thou accomplish, may I achieve!\\nHe whom thou thoughtest God bids thee wish\\nthis.\\nMay st thou achieve, she said, with ear-\\nnest eyes\\nBent on her babe, who reached its tender\\nhands\\nTo Buddh knowing, belike, as children know,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 145\\nMore than we deem, and reverencing our Lord\\nBut he arose made strong with that pure\\nmeat\\nAnd bent his footsteps where a great Tree\\ngrew,\\nThe Bodhi-tree (thenceforward in all year,\\nNever to fade, and ever to be kept\\nIn homage of the world), beneath whose leaves\\nIt was ordained that truth should come to\\nBuddh\\nWhich now the Master knew; wherefore he\\nwent\\nWith measured pace, steadfast, majestical,\\nUnto the Tree of Wisdom. Oh; ye Worlds!\\nRejoice! our Lord wended unto the Tree!\\nWhom as -he passed into its ample shade,\\nCloistered with columned drooping stems, and\\nroofed\\nWith vaults of glistening green the conscious\\nearth\\nWorshipped with waving grass and sudden\\nflush\\nOf flowers about his feet. The forest-boughs\\nBent down to shade him from the river sighed\\nCool wafts of wind laden with lotus-scents\\nBreathed by the water-gods. Large wonder-\\ning eyes\\n10 Light of Asia", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "146 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nOf woodland creatures panther, boar, and\\ndeer\\nAt peace that eve, gazed on his face benign\\nFor cave and thicket. From its cold cleft\\nwound\\nThe mottled deadly snake, dancing its hood\\nIn honor of our Lord bright butterflies\\nFluttered their vans, azure and green and\\ngold,\\nTo be his fan-bearers the fierce kite dropped\\nIts prey and screamed; the striped palm-\\nsquirrel raced\\nFrom stem to stem to see; the weaver-bird\\nChirped from her swinging nest; the lizard\\nran;\\nThe koil sang her hymn; the doves flocked\\nround\\nEven the creeping things were ware and glad.\\nVoices of earth and air joined in one song,\\nWhich unto ears that hear said, Lord and\\nFriend\\nLover and Saviour! Thou who hast subdued\\nAngers and prides, desires and fears and\\ndoubts,\\nThou that for each and all hast given thyself,\\nPass to the Tree! The sad world blesseth\\nthee", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 147\\nWho art the Buddh that shall assuage her\\nwoes.\\nPass, Hailed and Honored! strive thy last for\\nus,\\nKing and high Conqueror! thine hour is come\\nThis is the Night the ages waited for!\\nThen fell the night even as our Master sate\\nUnder that Tree. But he who is the Prince\\nOf Darkness, Mara knowing this was Buddh\\nWho should deliver men, and now the hour\\nWhen he should find the Truth and save the\\nworlds\\nGave unto all his evil powers command.\\nWherefore there trooped from every deepest\\npit\\nThe fiends who war with Wisdom and the\\nLight,\\nArati, Trishna, Raga, and their crew\\nOf passions, horrors, ignorances, lusts,\\nThe brood of gloom and dread; all hating\\nBuddh\\nSeeking to shake his mind nor knoweth one,\\nNot even the wisest, how those fiends of Hell\\nBattled that night to keep the Truth from\\nBuddh:\\nSometimes with terrors of the tempest, blasts\\nOf demon-armies clouding all the wind,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "148 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nWith thunder, and with blinding lightning\\nflung\\nIn jagged javelins of purple wrath\\nFrom splitting skies sometimes with wiles and\\nwords\\nFair-sounding, mid hushed leaves and softened\\nairs\\nFrom shapes of witching beauty wanton songs,\\nWhispers of love sometimes with royal allures\\nOf proffered rule; sometimes with mocking\\ndoubts,\\nMaking truth vain. But whether these befell\\nWithout and visible, or whether Buddh\\nStrove with fell spirits in his inmost heart,\\nJudge ye: I write what ancient books have\\nwrit.\\nThe ten chief Sins came Mara s mighty\\nones,\\nAngels of evil Attavada first,\\nThe Sin of Self, who in the Universe\\nAs in a mirror sees her fond face shown,\\nAnd crying I would have the world say I,\\nAnd all things perish so if she endure.\\nIf thou be st Buddh, said she, let others\\ngrope\\nLightless; it is enough that thou art Thou\\nChangelessly; rise and take the bliss of gods", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 149\\nWho change not, heed not, strive not. But\\nBuddh spake,\\nThe right in thee is base, the wrong a curse;\\nCheat such as love themselves. Then came\\nwan Doubt,\\nHe that denies the mocking Sin and this\\nHissed in the Master s ear, All things are\\nshows,\\nAnd vain the knowledge of their vanity;\\nThou dost but chase the shadow of thyself;\\nRise and go hence, there is no better way\\nThan patient scorn, nor any help for man,\\nNor any staying of his whirling weel.\\nBut quoth our Lord, Thou hast no part with\\nme,\\nFalse Visikitcha, subtlest of man s foes.\\nAnd third came she who gives dark creeds\\ntheir power,\\nSlabbat-paramasa, sorceress,\\nDraped fair in many lands as lowly Faith,\\nBut ever juggling souls with rites and prayers;\\nThe keeper of those keys which lock up Hells\\nAnd open Heavens. Wilt thou dare, she\\nsaid,\\nPut by our sacred books, dethrone our gods,\\nUnpeople all the temples, shaking down\\nThat law which feeds the priests and props\\nthe realms?", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "150 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBut Buddha answered, What thou bidd st me\\nkeep\\nIs form which passes, for the free Truth\\nstands\\nGet thee unto thy darkness. Next there drew\\nGallantly nigh a braver Tempter, he,\\nKama, the King of passions, who hath sway\\nOver the Gods themselves, Lord of all loves,\\nRuler of Pleasure s realm. Laughing he came\\nUnto the tree, bearing his bow of gold\\nWreathed with red blooms, and arrows of de-\\nsire\\nPointed with five-tongued delicate flame which\\nstings\\nThe heart it smites sharper than poisoned barb\\nAnd round him came into that lonely place\\nBands of bright shapes with heavenly eyes and\\nlips\\nSinging in lovely words the praise of Love\\nTo music of invisible sweet chords,\\nSo witching that it seemed the nightstood still\\nTo hear them, and the listening stars and\\nmoon\\nPaused in their orbits while these hymned to\\nBuddh\\nOf lost delights, and how a mortal man\\nFindeth nought dearer in the three wide worlds\\nThan are the yielding loving fragrant breasts", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 151\\nOf Beauty, and the rosy breast-blossoms,\\nLove s rubies; nay, and toucheth nought more\\nhigh\\nThan is that dulcet harmony of form\\nSeen in the lines and charms of loveliness\\nUnspeakable, yet speaking soul to soul,\\nOwned by the bounding blood, worshipped by\\nwill\\nWhich leaps to seize it, knowing this is best,\\nThis is the true heaven where mortals are like\\ngods,\\nMakers and Masters, this the gift of gifts\\nEver renewed and worth a thousand woes.\\nFor who hath grieved when soft arms shut\\nhim safe,\\nAnd all life melted to a happy sigh,\\nAnd all the- world was given in one warm kiss?\\nSo sang they with soft float of beckoning hands,\\nEyes lighted with love-flames, alluring smiles\\nIn dainty dance their supple sides and limbs\\nRevealing and concealing like burst buds\\nWhich tell their color, but hide yet their\\nhearts.\\nNever so matchless grace delighted eye\\nAs troop by troop these midnight-dancers swept\\nNearer the Tree, each daintier than the last,\\nMurmuring O great Siddartha! I am thine,\\nTaste of my mouth and see if youth is sweet!", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "152 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAlso, when nothing moved our Master s mind,\\nLo Kama waved his magic bow, and lo\\nThe band of dancers opened, and a shape\\nFairest and stateliest of the throng came forth\\nWearing the guise of sweet Yasodhara.\\nTender the passion of those dark eyes seemed\\nBrimming with tears; yearning those out-\\nspread arms\\nOpened toward him; musical that moan\\nWherewith the beauteous shadow named his\\nname,\\nSighing My Prince! I die for lack of thee!\\nWhat heaven hast thou found like that we\\nknew\\nBy bright Rohini in the Pleasure-house,\\nWhere all these weary years 1 weep for thee?\\nReturn, Siddartha ah return. But touch\\nMy lips again, but let me to thy breast\\nOnce, and these fruitless dreams will end!\\nAh, look\\nAm I not she thoulovedst? But Buddh said,\\nFor that sweet sake of her thou playest thus\\nFair and false Shadow is thy playing vain\\nI curse thee not who wear st a form so dear,\\nYet as thou art so are all earthly shows.\\nMelt to thy void again! Thereat a cry\\nThrilled through the grove, and all that\\ncomely rout", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 153\\nFaded with flickering wafts of flame, and trail\\nOf vaporous robes.\\nNext under darkening skies\\nAnd noise of rising storm came fiercer Sins,\\nThe rearmost of the Ten Patigha Hate\\nWith serpents coiled about her waist, which\\nsuck\\nPoisonous milk from both her hanging dugs,\\nAnd with her curses mix their angry hiss.\\nLittle wrought she upon that Holy One\\nWho with his calm eyes dumbed her bitter lips\\nAnd made her black snakes writhe to hide\\ntheir fangs.\\nThen followed Ruparaga Lust of days\\nThat sensual Sin which out of greed for life\\nForgets to live and next him Lust of Fame,\\nNobler Aruparaga, she whose spell\\nBeguiles the wise, mother of daring deeds,\\nBattles, and toils. And haughty Mano came,\\nThe Fiend of Pride; and smooth Self- Right-\\neousness,\\nUddhachcha and with many a hideous band\\nOf vile and formless things, which crept and\\nflapped\\nToad-like and bat-like Ignorance, the Dam\\nOf Fear and Wrong, Avidya, hideous hag,\\nWhose footsteps left the midnight darker,\\nwhile", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "154 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nThe rooted mountains shook, the wild winds\\nhowled\\nThe broken clouds shed from their caverns\\nstreams\\nOf levin-lighted rain stars shot from heaven,\\nThe solid earth shuddered as if one laid\\nFlame to her gaping wounds the torn black\\nair\\nWas full of whistling wings, of screams and\\nyells,\\nOf evil faces peering, of vast fronts\\nTerrible and majestic, Lords of Hell\\nWho from a thousand Limbos led their troops\\nTo tempt the Master.\\nBut Buddh heeded not,\\nSitting serene, with perfect virtue walled\\nAs is a stronghold by its gates and ramps;\\nAlso the Sacred Tree the Bodhi-tree\\nAmid that tumult stirred not, but each leaf\\nGlistened as still as when on moonlit eves\\nNo zephyr spills the glittering gems of dew;\\nFor all this clamor raged outside the shade\\nSpread by those cloistered stems:\\nIn the third watch,\\nThe earth being still, the hellish legions fled,\\nA soft air breathing from the sinking moon,\\nOur Lord attained Samma-sa?nbuddh he saw\\nBy light which shines beyond our mortal ken", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 155\\nThe line of all his lives in all the worlds.\\nFar back and farther back and farthest yet,\\nFive hundred lives and fifty. Even as one,\\nAt rest upon a mountain-summit, marks\\nHis path wind up by precipice and crag,\\nPast thick-set woods shrunk to a patch through\\nbogs\\nGlittering false-green down hollows where he\\ntoiled\\nBreathless on dizzy ridges where his feet\\nHad well-nigh slipped; beyond the sunny\\nlawns,\\nThe cataract and cavern and the pool,\\nBackward to those dim flats wherefrom he\\nsprang\\nTo reach the blue thus Buddh did behold\\nLife s upward steps long-linked, from levels\\nlow\\nWhere breath is base, to higher slopes and\\nhigher\\nWhereon the ten great Virtues wait to lead\\nThe climber skyward. Also, Buddh saw\\nHow new life reaps what the old life did sow\\nHow where its march breaks off its march be-\\ngins;\\nHolding the gain and answering for the loss\\nAnd how in each life good begets more good,\\nEvil fresh evil Death but casting up", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "156 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nDebit or credit, whereupon th* account\\nIn merits or demerits stamps itself\\nBy sure arithmic where no tittle drops\\nCertain and just, on some new-springing life;\\nWherein are packed and scored past thoughts\\nand deeds,\\nStrivings and triumphs, memories and marks\\nOf lives foregone\\nAnd in the middle watch\\nOur Lord attained Abhidjna in sight vast\\nRanging beyond this sphere to spheres un-\\nnamed,\\nSystem on system, countless worlds and suns\\nMoving in splendid measures, band by band\\nLinked in division, one, yet separate,\\nThe silver islands of a sapphire sea\\nShoreless, unfathomed, undiminished, stirred\\nWith waves which roll in restless tides of\\nchange.\\nHe saw those Lords of Light who hold their\\nworlds\\nBy bonds invisible, how they themselves\\nCircle obedient round mightier orbs\\nWhich serve profounder splendors, star to stai\\nFlashing the ceaseless radiance of life\\nFrom centers ever shifting unto cirques\\nKnowing no uttermost. These he beheld", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 157\\nWith unsealed vision, and of all those worlds\\nCycle on epicycle, all their tale\\nOf Kalpas, Mahakalpas terms of time\\nWhich no man grasps, yea, though he knew to\\ncount\\nThe drops in Gunga from her springs to the\\nsea,\\nMeasureless unto speech whereby these wax\\nAnd wane whereby each of this heavenly host\\nFulfils its shining life and darkling dies.\\nSakwal by Sakwal, depths and heights he\\npassed\\nTransported through the blue infinitudes,\\nMarking behind all modes, above all spheres,\\nBeyond the burning impulse of each orb\\nThat fixed decree at silent work which wills\\nEvolve the dark to light, the dead to life,\\nTo fulness void, to form the yet unformed,\\nGood unto better, better unto best,\\nBy wordless edict having none to bid,\\nNone to forbid for this is past all gods\\nImmutable, unspeakable, supreme,\\nA Power which builds, unbuilds, and builds\\nagain,\\nRuling all things accordant to the rule\\nOf virtue, which is beauty, truth, and use.\\nSo that all things do well which serve the\\nPower,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "158 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd ill which hinder nay, the worm does well,\\nObedient to its kind the hawk does well\\nWhich carries bleeding quarries to its young\\nThe dewdrop and the star shine sisterly,\\nGlobing together in the common work\\nAnd man who lives to die, dies to live well,\\nSo if he guide his ways by blamelessness\\nAnd earnest will to hinder not but help\\nAll things both great and small which suffered\\nlife.\\nThese did our Lord see in the middle watch.\\nBut when the fourth which came the secret\\ncame\\nOf Sorrow, which with evil mars the law,\\nAs damp and dross hold back the goldsmith s\\nfire.\\nThen was the Dukha-satya opened him\\nFirst of the Noble Truths; how Sorrow is\\nShadow to life, moving where life doth move;\\nNot to be laid aside until one lays\\nLiving aside, with all its changing states,\\nBirth, growth, decay, love, hatred, pleasure,\\npain,\\nBeing and doing. How that none strips off\\nThese sad delights and pleasant griefs who\\nlacks\\nKnowledge to know them snares but he who\\nknows", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 159\\nAvidya Delusion sets those snares,\\nLove s life no longer but ensues escape.\\nThe eyes of such a one are wide, he sees\\nDelusion breeds Sankhara, Tendency\\nPerverse: Tendency, Energy Vidnnan\\nWhereby comes Namarupa, local form\\nAnd name and bodiment, bringing the man\\nWith senses naked to the sensible,\\nA helpless mirror of all shows which pass\\nAcross his heart, and so Vedana grows\\nSense-life false in its gladness, fell in sad-\\nness,\\nBut sad or glad, the Mother of Desire,\\nTrishna, that thirst which makes the living\\ndrink\\nDeeper and deeper of the false salt waves\\nWhereupon they float, pleasures, ambitions,\\nwealth,\\nPraise, fame, or domination, conquest, love\\nRich meats and robes, and fair abodes, and\\npride\\nOf ancient lines, and lust of days, and strife\\nTo live, and sins that flow from strife, some\\nsweet,\\nSome bitter. Thus Life s thirst quenches itself\\nWith draughts which double thirst, but who is\\nwise\\nTears from his soul this Trishna, feeds his sense", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "160 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nNo longer on false shows, fills his firm mind\\nTo seek not, strive not, wrong not; bearing\\nmeek\\nAll ills which flow from foregone \u00e2\u0080\u00a2wrongful-\\nness,\\nAnd so constraining passions that they die\\nFamished till all the sum of ended life\\nThe Karma all that total of a soul\\nWhich is the things it did, the thoughts it had,\\nThe Self it wove with woof of viewless time,\\nCrossed on the warp invisible of acts\\nThe outcome of him on the Universe,\\nGrows pure and sinless either never more\\nNeeding to find a body and a place,\\nOr so informing what fresh frame it takes\\nIn new existence that the new toils prove\\nLighter and lighter not to be at all,\\nThus finishing the Path; free from Earth s\\ncheats;\\nReleased from all the skandhas of the flesh\\nBroken from ties from Upadanas saved\\nFrom whirling on the wheel aroused and sane\\nAs is a man wakened from hateful dreams.\\nUntil greater than Kings, than Gods more\\nglad!\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe aching craze to live ends, and life glides\\nLifeless to nameless quiet, nameless joy,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 161\\nBlessed Nirvana sinless, stirless rest\\nThat change which never changes!\\nLo! the Dawn\\nSprang with Buddh s Victory! lo! in the East\\nFlamed the first fires of beauteous day, poured\\nforth\\nThrough fleeting folds of Night s black drapery.\\nHigh in the widening blue the herald-star\\nFaded to paler silver as there shot\\nBrighter and brightest bars of rosy gleam\\nAcross the grey. Far off the shadowy hills\\nSaw the great Sun, before the world was ware,\\nAnd donned their crowns of crimson; flower\\nby flower\\nFelt the warm breath of Morn and gan unfold\\nTheir tender lids. Over the spangled grass\\nSwept the swift footsteps of the lovely Light,\\nTurning the tears of Night to joyous gems,\\nDecking the earth with radiance, broidering\\nThe sinking storm-clouds with a golden fringe,\\nGilding the feathers of the palms, which\\nwaved\\nGlad salutation darting beams of gold\\nInto the glades touching with magic wand\\nThe stream to rippled ruby in the brake\\nFinding the mild eyes of the antelopes\\nAnd saying It is day; in nested sleep\\n11 Light of Asia", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "162 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nTouching the small heads under many a wing\\nAnd whispering, Children, praise the light of\\nday!\\nWhereat there piped anthems of all the birds,\\nThe Koil s fluted song, the Bulbul s hymn,\\nThe morning, morning of the painted thrush,\\nThe twitter of the sunbirds starting forth\\nTo find the honey ere the bees be out,\\nThe grey crow s caw, the parrot s scream, the\\nstrokes\\nOf the green hammersmith, the myna s chirp,\\nThe never finished love-talk of the doves\\nYea! and so holy was the influence\\nOf that high Dawn which came with victory,\\nThat, far and near, in homes of men there\\nspread\\nAn unknown peace. The slayer hid his knife\\nThe robber laid his plunder back the shroff\\nCounted full tale of coins; all evil hearts\\nGrew gentle, kind hearts gentler, as the balm\\nOf that divinest Daybreak lightened Earth.\\nKings at fierce war called truce the sick man\\nleaped\\nLaughing from beds of pain the dying smiled\\nAs though they knew that happy Morn was\\nsprung\\nFrom fountains farther than the utmost East,\\nAnd o er the heart of sad Yasodhara,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 163\\nSitting forlorn at Prince Siddartha s bed,\\nCame sudden bliss, as if love should not fail\\nNor such vast sorrow miss to end in joy.\\nSo glad the World was though it wist not\\nwhy\\nThat over desolate wastes went swooning\\nsongs\\nOf mirth, the voice of bodiless Prets and Bhuts\\nForeseeing Buddh and Devas in the air\\nCried It is finished, finished! and the priests\\nStood with the wondering people in the streets\\nWatching those golden splendors flood the sky\\nAnd saying There hath happed some mighty\\nthing.\\nAlso in Ran and Jungle grew that day\\nFriendship amongst the creatures; spotted deer\\nBrowsed fearless where the tigress fed her cubs,\\nAnd cheetahs lapped the pool beside the bucks\\nUnder the eagle s rocks the brown hares scoured\\nWhile his fierce beak but preened an idle wing\\nThe snake sunned all his jewels in the beam\\nWith deadly fangs in sheath; the shrike let\\npass\\nThe nestling-finch the emerald halcyons\\nSate dreaming while the fishes played beneath,\\nNor hawked the merops, though the butter-\\nflies\\nCrimson and blue and amber flitted thick", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "164 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAround his perch the Spirit of our Lord\\nLay potent upon man and bird and beast,\\nEven while he mused under that Bodhi-tree\\nGlorified with the Conquest gained for all\\nAnd lightened by a Light greater than Day s.\\nThen he arose radiant, rejoicing, strong\\nBeneath the Tree, and lifting high his voice\\nSpake this, in hearing of all Times and\\nWorlds:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnekajatisangsarang\\nSandhawissang anibhisang\\nGahakarakangawesanto\\nDukkhajatipunappunang\\nGahakarakadithosi\\nPunagehang nakahasi;\\nSabhatepha sukhabhagga,\\nGahakutangwisang khitang;\\nWisangkharagatang chittang\\nJanhanangkhayamajhaga.\\nMany a House of Life\\nHath held me seeking ever him who wrought\\nThese prisons of the senses, sorrow- fraught\\nSore was my ceaseless strife\\nBut now,\\nThou Builder of this Tabernacle\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Thou", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 165\\nI know Thee Never shalt thou build again\\nThese walls of pain,\\nNor raise the roof -tree of deceits, nor lay\\nFresh rafters on the clay\\nBroken thy house is, and the ridge-pole split!\\nDelusion fashioned it\\nSafe pass I thence deliverance to obtain.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "166 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBOOK THE SEVENTH.\\nSorrowful dwelt the King Suddhodana\\nAll those long years among the Sakya Lords\\nLacking the speech and presence of his Son\\nSorrowful sate the sweet Yasodhara\\nAll those long years, knowing no joy of life,\\nWidowed of him her living Liege and Prince\\nAnd ever, on the news of some recluse\\nSeen far away by pasturing camel-men\\nOr traders threading devious paths for gain,\\nMessengers from the King had gone and come\\nBringing account of many a holy sage\\nLonely and lost to home but nought of him\\nThe crown of white Kapilavastu s line,\\nThe glory of her monarch and his hope,\\nThe heart s content of sweet Yasodhara,\\nFar- wandered now, forgetful, changed, or dead.\\nBut on a day in the Wasanta-time,\\nWhen silver sprays swing on the mango trees\\nAnd all the earth is clad with garb of spring,\\nThe Princess sate by that bright garden-stream", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 167\\nWhose gliding glass, bordered with lotus-cups,\\nMirrored so often in the bliss gone by\\nTheir clinging hands and meeting lips. Her\\nlids\\nWere wan with tears, her tender cheeks had\\nthinned\\nHer lips delicious curves were drawn with\\ngrief;\\nThe lustrous glory of her hair was hid\\nClose bound as widows use no ornament\\nShe wore, nor any jewel clasped the cloth\\nCoarse, and of mourning- white crossed on her\\nbreast\\nSlow moved and painfully those small fine feet\\nWhich had the roe s gait and the rose-leaf s fall\\nIn old years at the loving voice of him.\\nHer eyes, those lamps of love, which were as\\nif\\nSunlight should shine from out the deepest\\ndark,\\nIllumining Night s peace with Daytime s\\nglow\\nUnlighted now, and roving aimlessly,\\nScarce marked the clustering signs of coming\\nSpring\\nSo the silk lashes drooped over their orbs.\\nIn one hand was a girdle thick with pearls,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "168 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nSiddartha s treasured since that night he\\nfled\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n(Ah, bitter Night mother of weeping days\\nWhen was fond Love so pitiless to love\\nSave that this scorned to limit love by life?)\\nThe other led her little son, a boy\\nDivinely fair the pledge Siddartha left\\nNamed Rahula now seven years old, who\\ntripped\\nGladsome beside his mother, light of heart\\nTo see the spring-blooms burgeon o er the\\nworld.\\nSo while they lingered by the lotus- pools\\nAnd, lightly laughing, Rahula flung rice\\nTo feed the blue and purple fish and she\\nWith sad eyes watched the swiftly-flying cranes,\\nSighing, Oh! creatures of the wandering\\nwing,\\nIf ye shall light where my dear Lord is hid,\\nSay that Yasodhara lives nigh to death\\nFor one word of his mouth, one touch of\\nhim!\\nSo, as they played and sighed mother and\\nchild-\\nCame some among the damsels of the Court\\nSaying, Great Princess! there have entered\\nin", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "The Master sate, eminent, worshiped.\\nThe Light of Asia.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Pasre 191.", "height": "2737", "width": "1721", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 169\\nAt the south gate merchants of Hastinpur\\nTripusha, called and Bhalluk, men of worth,\\nLong traveled from the loud sea s edge, who\\nbring\\nMarvelous lovely webs pictured with gold,\\nWaved blades of gilded steel, wrought bowls\\nin brass,\\nCut ivories, spice, simples, and unknown birds,\\nTreasures of far-off peoples; but they bring\\nThat which doth beggar these, for He is seen\\nThy Lord, our Lord, the hope of all the\\nland\\nSiddartha they have seen him face to face,\\nYea, and have worshipped him with knees and\\nbrows,\\nAnd offered offerings for he is become\\nAll which was shown, a teacher of the wise,\\nWorld-honored, holy, wonderful; a Buddh\\nWho doth deliver men and save all flesh\\nBy sweetest speech and pity vast as Heaven\\nAnd, lo! he journey eth hither these do say.\\nThen while the glad blood bounded in her\\nveins\\nAs Gunga leaps when first the mountain snows\\nMelt at her springs uprose Yasodhara\\nAnd clapped her palms, and laughed, with\\nbrimming tears", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "170 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBeading her lashes. Oh! call quick, she\\ncried\\n4 These merchants to my purdah, for mine\\nears\\nThirst like parched throats to drink their\\nblessed news.\\nGo bring them in, but if their tale be true,\\nSay I will fill their girdles with much gold,\\nWith gems that Kings shall envy: come ye too,\\nMy girls, for ye shall have guerdon of this\\nIf there be gifts to speak my greatful heart.\\nSo went those merchants to the Pleasure-\\nHouse,\\nFull softly pacing through its golden ways\\nWith naked feet, amid the peering maids,\\nMuch wondering at the glories of the Court.\\nWhom, when they came without the purdah s\\nfolds,\\nA voice, tender and eager, filled and charmed\\nWith trembling music, saying, Ye are come\\nFrom far, fair Sirs! and ye have seen my\\nLord\\nYea, worshipped for he is become a Buddh,\\nWorld -honored, holy, and delivers men,\\nAnd journeyeth hither. Speak for, if this be,\\nFriends are ye of my House, welcome and\\ndear.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 171\\nThen answer made Tripusha, We have seen\\nThat sacred Master, Princess! we have bowed\\nBefore his feet for who was lost a Prince\\nIs found a greater than the King of kings.\\nUnder the Bodhi-tree by Phalgu s bank\\nThat which shall save the world hath late been\\nwrought\\nBy him the Friend of all, the Prince of all\\nThine most, High Lady! from whose tears\\nmen win\\nThe comfort of this Word the Master speaks.\\nLo he is well, as one beyond all ills,\\nUplifted as a god from earthly woes,\\nShining with risen Truth, golden and clear.\\nMoreover as he entereth town by town,\\nPreaching those noble ways which lead to\\npeace,\\nThe hearts of men follow his path as leaves\\nTroop to wind or sheep draw after one\\nWho knows the pastures. We ourselves have\\nheard\\nBy Gaya in the green Tchirnika grove\\nThose wondrous lips and done them rever-\\nence:\\nHe cometh hither ere the first rains fall.\\nThus spake he, and Yasodhara, for joy,\\nScarce mastered breath to answer, Be it well", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "172 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nNow and at all times with ye, worthy friends!\\nWho bring good tidings; but of this great\\nthing\\nWist ye how it befell?\\nThen Bhalluk told\\nSuch as the people of the valleys knew\\nOf that dread night of conflict, when the air\\nDarkened with fiendish shadows, and the earth\\nQuaked, and the waters swelled with Mara s\\nwrath.\\nAlso how gloriously that morning broke\\nRadiant with rising hopes for man, and how\\nThe Lord was found rejoicing neath his Tree.\\nBut many days the burden of release\\nTo be escaped beyond all storms of doubt,\\nSafe on Truth s shore lay, spake he, on that\\nheart\\nA golden load; for how shall men Buddh\\nmused\\nWho love their sins and cleave to cheats of\\nsense,\\nAnd drink of error from a thousand springs\\nHaving no mind to see, nor strength to break\\nThe fleshly snare which binds them how\\nshould such\\nReceive the Twelve Nidanas and the Law\\nRedeeming all, yet strange to profit by,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 173\\nAs the caged bird oft shuns its opened door?\\nSo had we missed the helpful victory\\nIf, in this earth without a refuge, Buddh\\nWinning the way, had deemed it all too hard\\nFor mortal feet, and passed, none following\\nhim.\\nYet pondered the compassion of our Lord,\\nBut in that hour there range a voice as sharp\\nAs cry of travail, so as if the earth\\nMoaned in birth-throe Nasyami aham bhu\\nNasyati loka Surely I am lost,\\nI and my creatures then a pause, and next\\nA pleading sigh borne on the western wind,\\n4 Sruyatam dharma Bhagwat Oh, Supreme\\nLet thy great Law be uttered Whereupon\\nThe Master cast his vision forth on flesh,\\nSaw who should hear and who must wait to\\nhear,\\nAs the keen Sun gilding the lotus-lakes\\nSeeth which buds will open to his beams\\nAnd which are not yet risen from their roots\\nThen spake, divinely smiling, Yea! I preach!\\nWhoso will listen let him learn the Law.\\nAfterwards passed he, said they, by the hills\\nUnto Benares, where he taught the Five,\\nShowing how birth and death should be\\ndestroyed,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "174 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnd how man hath no fate except past deeds,\\nNo Hell but what he makes, no Heaven too\\nhigh\\nFor those to reach whose passions sleep sub-\\ndued.\\nThis was the fifteenth day of Vaishya\\nMid- afternoon and that night was full moon.\\nBut, of the Rishis, first Kaundinya\\nOwned the Four Truths and entered on the\\nPaths;\\nAnd after him Bhadraka, Asvajit,\\nBasava, Mahanama; also there\\nWithin the Deer-park, at the feet of Buddh,\\nYasad, the Prince, with nobles fifty-four\\nHearing the blessed word our Master spake\\nWorshipped and followed for there sprang up\\npeace\\nAnd knowledge of a new time come for men\\nIn all who heard, as spring the flowers and\\ngrass\\nWhen water sparkles through a sandy plain.\\nThese sixty said they did our Lord send\\nforth\\nMade perfect in restraint and passion free,\\nTo teach the Way but the World-honored\\nturned", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 175\\nSouth from the Deer-park and Isipatan\\nTo Yashti and King Bimbasara s realm,\\nWhere many days he taught and after these\\nKing Bimhasara and his folk believed,\\nLearning the law of love and ordered life.\\nAlso he gave the Master, of free gift,\\nPouring forth water on the hands of Buddh\\nThe Bamboo- Garden, named Weluvana,\\nWherein are streams and caves and lovely\\nglades\\nAnd the King set a stone there, carved with\\nthis:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYe dharma hetuppabhawa\\nYesan hetun Tathagato\\nAha yesan cha yo nirodho\\nEwan wadi Maha samano\\nWhat life s course and cause sustain\\nThese Tathagato made plain\\nWhat delivers from life s woe\\nThat our Lord hath made us know.\\nAnd, in that Garden said they there was\\nheld\\nA high Assembly, where the Teacher spake\\nWisdom and power, winning all souls which\\nheard,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "176 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nSo that nine hundred took the yellow robe\\nSuch as the Master wears, and spread his\\nLaw;\\nAnd this the gatha was wherewith he closed\\nSabba papassa akaranan\\nKusalassa upassampada:\\nSa chitta pariyodapanan\\nEtan Budhanusasnan.\\n4 Evil swells the debts to pay,\\nGood delivers and acquits\\nShun evil, follow good; hold sway\\nOver thyself. This is the Way.\\nWhom, when they ended, speaking so of him,\\nWith gifts, and thanks which made the jewels\\ndull,\\nThe Princess recompensed. 4 But by what road\\nWendeth my Lord? she asked: the merchants\\nsaid,\\nYojans three score stretch from the city- walls\\nTo Rajagriha, whence the easy path\\nPasseth by Sona hither and the hills.\\nOur oxen, treading eight slow koss a day,\\nCame in one moon.\\nThen the King hearing word,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 177\\nSent nobles of the Court well-mounted lords\\nNine separate messengers, each embassy\\nBidden to say, The King Suddhodana\\nNearer the pyre by seven long years of lack,\\nWherethrough he hath not ceased to seek for\\nthee\\nPrays of his son to come unto his own,\\nThe Throne and people of this longing Realm,\\nLest he shall die and see thy face no more.\\nAlso nine horsemen sent Yasodhara\\nBidden to say, The Princess of thy House\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nRahula s mother craves to see thy face\\nAs the night-blowing moon-flower s swelling\\nheart\\nPines for the moon, as pale asoka-buds\\nWait for a woman s foot: if thou hast found\\nMore than was lost, she prays her part in this,\\nRahula s part, but most of all thyself.\\nSo sped the Sakya Lords, but it befell\\nThat each one, with the message in his mouth\\nEntered the Bamboo-Garden in that hour\\nWhen Buddha taught his Law and hearing\\neach\\nForget to speak, lost thought of King and quest,\\nOf the sad Princess even only gazed\\nEye-rapt upon the Master only hung\\nHeart-caught upon the speech, compassionate,\\nCommanding, perfect, pure, enlightening all,\\n12 Light of Asia", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "178 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nPoured from those sacred lips. Look like a\\nbee\\nWinged for the hive, who sees the mogras\\nspread\\nAnd scents their utter sweetness on the air,\\nIf he be honey-filled, it matters not;\\nIf night be nigh, or rain, he will not heed\\nNeeds must he light on those delicious blooms\\nAnd drain their nectar so these messengers\\nOne with another, hearing Buddha s words,\\nLet go the purpose of their speed, and mixed,\\nHeedless of all, amid the Master s train.\\nWherefore the King bade that Udayi go\\nChiefest in all the Court, and faithfullest,\\nSiddartha s playmate in the happier days\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWho, as he drew anear the garden, plucked\\nBlown tufts of tree-wool from the grove and\\nsealed\\nThe entrance of his hearing thus he came\\nSafe through the lofty peril of the place\\nAnd told the message of the King, and hers.\\nThen meekly bowed his head and spake our\\nLord\\nBefore the people, Surely, I shall go!\\nIt is my duty as it was my will\\nLet no man miss to render reverence", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 179\\nTo those who lend him life, whereby come\\nmeans\\nTo live and die no more, but safe attain\\nBlissful Nirvana, if ye keep the Law,\\nPurging past wrongs and adding nought\\nthereto,\\nComplete in love and lovely charities.\\nLet the King know and let the Princess hear\\nI take the way forthwith. This told, the folk\\nOf white Kapilavastu and its fields\\nMade ready for the entrance of their Prince.\\nAt the south gate a bright pavilion rose\\nWith flower-wreathed pillars and the walls of\\nsilk\\nWrought on their red and green with woven\\ngold.\\nAlso the roads were laid with scented boughs\\nOf neem and mango, and full mussuks shed\\nSandal and jasmine on the dust, and flags\\nFluttered and on the day when he should come\\nIt was ordained how many elephants\\nWith silver howdahs and their tusks gold-\\ntipped\\nShould wait beyond the ford, and where the\\ndrums\\nShould boom Siddartha cometh! where the\\nlords", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "180 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nShould light and worship, and the dancing-\\ngirls\\nWhere they should strew their flowers with\\ndance and song,\\nSo that the steed he rode might tramp knee-\\ndeep\\nIn rose and balsam, and the ways be fair;\\nWhile the town rang with music and high joy.\\nThis was ordained, and all men s ears were\\npricked\\nDawn after dawn to catch the first drum s beat\\nAnnouncing, Now he cometh!\\nBut it fell-\\nEager to be before Yasodhara\\nRode in her litter to the city- walls\\nWhere soared the bright pavilion. All around\\nA beauteous garden smiled Nigrodha\\nnamed\\nShaded with bel-trees and the green-plumed\\ndates,\\nNew-trimmed and gay with winding walks and\\nbanks\\nOf fruits and flowers; for the southern road\\nSkirted its lawns, on this hand leaf and bloom,\\nOn that the suburb-huts where base-boms\\ndwelt\\nOutside the gates, a patient folk and poor,\\nWhose touch for Kshatriya and priest of Brahm", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 181\\nWere sore defilement. Yet those, too, were\\nquick\\nWith expectation, rising ere the dawn\\nTo peer along the road, to climb the trees\\nAt far-off trumpet of some elephant,\\nOr stir of temple-drum and when none came,\\nBusied with lowly chares to please the Prince\\nSweeping their door-stones, setting forth their\\nflags,\\nStringing the fluted fig-leaves into chains,\\nNew furbishing the Lingam, decking new\\nYesterday s faded arch of boughs, but aye\\nQuestioning wayfarers if any noise\\nBe on the road of great Siddartha. These\\nThe Princess marked with lovely languid eyes,\\nWatching, as they, the southward plain, and\\nbent\\nLike them to listen if the passers gave\\nNews of the path. So fell it she beheld\\nOne slow approaching with his head close shorn,\\nA yellow cloth over his shoulder cast,\\nGirt as the hermits are, and in his hand\\nAn earthen bowl, shaped melonwise, the which\\nMeekly at each hut-door he held a space,\\nTaking the granted dole with gentle thanks\\nAnd all as gently passing where none gave.\\nTwo followed him wearing the yellow robe,\\nBut he who bore the bowl so lordly seemed,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "182 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nSo reverend, and with such a passage moved,\\nWith so commanding presence filled the air,\\nWith such sweet eyes of holiness smote all,\\nThat, as they reached him alms the givers\\ngazed\\nAwestruck upon his face, and some bent down\\nIn worship, and some ran to fetch fresh gifts\\nGrieved to be poor; till slowly, group by\\ngroup,\\nChildren and men and women drew behind\\nInto his steps, whispering with covered lips,\\nWho is he? who? when looked a Rishi thus?\\nBut as he came with quiet footfall on\\nNigh the pavilion, lo! the silken door\\nLifted, and, all unveiled, Yasodhara\\nStood in his path crying, Siddartha! Lord!\\nWith wide eyes streaming and with close-\\nclasped hands,\\nThen sobbing fell upon his feet, and lay.\\nAfterwards, when this weeping lady passed\\nInto the Noble Paths, and one had prayed\\nAnswer from Buddha wherefore being vowed\\nQuit of all mortal passion and the touch,\\nFlower-soft and conquering, of a woman s\\nhands\\nHe suffered such embrace, the Master said:\\nThe greater beareth with the lesser love", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 183\\nSo it may raise it unto easier heights.\\nTake heed that no man, being scaped from\\nbonds,\\nVexeth bound souls with boasts of liberty.\\nFree are ye rather that your freedom spread\\nBy patient winning and sweet wisdom s skill.\\nThree eras of long toil bring Bodhisats\\nWho will be guides and help this darkling\\nworld\\nUnto deliverance, and the first is named\\nOf deep Resolve, the second of Attempt,\\nThe third of Nomination. Lo! I lived\\nIn era of Resolve, desiring good,\\nSearching for wisdom, but mine eyes were\\nsealed.\\nCount the grey seeds on yonder castor-clump,\\nSo many rains it is since I was Ram,\\nA merchant of the coast which looketh south\\nTo Lanka and the hiding-place of pearls.\\nAlso in that far time Yasodhara\\nDwelt with me in our village by the sea,\\nTender as now, and Lukshmi was her name.\\nAnd I remember how I journeyed thence\\nSeeking our gain, for poor the household was\\nAnd lowly. Not the less with wistful tears\\nShe prayed me that I should not part, nor\\ntempt\\nPerils by land and water. How could love", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "184 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nLeave what it loved? she wailed; yet, ventur-\\ning, I\\nPassed to the Straits, and after storm and toil\\nAnd deadly strife with creatures of the deep,\\nAnd woes beneath the midnight and the noon,\\nSearching the wave I won therefrom a pearl\\nMoonlike and glorious, such as Kings might\\nbuy\\nEmptying their treasury. Then came I glad\\nUnto mine hills, but over all that land\\nFamine spread sore ill was I stead to live\\nIn journey home, and hardly reached my door\\nAching for food with that white wealth of\\nthe sea\\nTied in my girdle. Yet no food was there\\nAnd on the threshold she for whom I toiled\\nMore than myself lay with her speechless lips\\nNigh unto death for one small gift of grain.\\nThen cried I, If there be who hath of grain,\\nHere is a kingdom s ransom for one life:\\nGive Lukshmi bread and take my moonlight\\npearl.\\nWhereat one brought the last of all his hoard,\\nMillet three seers and clutched the beaute-\\nous thing\\nBut Lukshmi lived and sighed with gathered\\nlife,\\n4 Lo thou didst love indeed I spent my pearl", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 185\\nWell in that life to comfort heart and mind\\nElse quite uncomforted but these pure pearls,\\nMy last large gain, won from a deeper wave\\nThe Twelve Nidanas and the Law of Good\\nCannot be spent, nor dimmed, and must fulfill\\nTheir perfect beauty being freeliest given.\\nFor like as is to Meru yonder hill\\nHeaped by the little ants, and like as dew\\nDropped in the footmark of a bounding roe\\nUnto the shoreless seas, so was that gift\\nUnto my present giving and so love\\nVaster in being free from toils of sense\\nWas wisest stooping to the weaker heart\\nAnd so the feet of sweet Yasodhara\\nPassed into peace and bliss, being softly led.\\nBut when the King heard how Siddartha\\ncame\\nShorn, with the mendicant s sad-colored cloth,\\nAnd stretching out a bowl to gather orts\\nFrom base-boras leavings, wrathful sorrow\\ndrove\\nLove from his heart. Thrice on the ground he\\nspat,\\nPlucked at his silvered beard, and strode\\nstraight forth\\nLackeyed by trembling lords. Frowning he\\nclomb", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "186 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nUpon his war-horse, drove the spurs, and\\ndashed,\\nAngered, though wondering streets and lanes\\nof folk,\\nScarce finding breath to say, The King! bow\\ndown\\nEre the loud cavalcade had clattered by\\nWhich at the turning by the Temple-wall\\nWhere the south gate was seen encountered\\nfull\\nA mighty crowd to every edge of it\\nPoured fast more people, till the roads were\\nlost,\\nBlotted by that huge company which thronged\\nAnd grew, close following him whose look se-\\nrene\\nMet the old King s. Nor lived the father s\\nwrath\\nLonger than while the gentle eyes of Buddh\\nLingered in worship on his troubled brows,\\nTlien downcast sank, with his true knee, to\\nearth\\nIn proud humility. So dear it seemed\\nTo see the Prince, to know him whole, to mark\\nThat glory greater than of earthly state\\nCrowning his head, that majesty which\\nbrought\\nAll men, so awed and silent in his steps.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 187\\nNathless the King broke forth, Ends it in this\\nThat great Siddartha steals into his realm,\\nWrapped in a clout, shorn, sandalled, craving\\nfood\\nOf low-boms, he whose life was as a God s?\\nMy son heir of this spacious power, and heir\\nOf Kings who did but clap their palms to have\\nWhat earth could give or eager service bring?\\nThou shouldst have come apparelled in thy\\nrank,\\nWith shining spears and tramp of horse and\\nfoot.\\nLo! all my soldiers camped upon the road,\\nAnd all my city waited at the gates;\\nWhere hast thou sojourned through these evil\\nyears\\nWhilst thy crowned father mourned? and she,\\ntoo, there\\nLived as the widows use, foregoing joys;\\nNever once hearing sound of song or string.\\nNor wearing once the festal robe, till now\\nWhen in her cloth of gold she welcomes home\\nA beggar spouse in yellow remnants clad.\\nSon! why is this?\\nMy father! came reply,\\nIt is the custom of my race.\\nThy race,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "188 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nAnswered the King, counteth a hundred\\nthrones\\nFrom Maha Sammat, but no deed like this.\\n44 Not of a mortal line, the Master said,\\nI spake, but of descent invisible,\\nThe Buddhas who have been and who shall be\\nOf these am I, and what they did I do,\\nAnd this which now befalls so fell before\\nThat at his gate a King in warrior-mail\\nShould meet his son, a Prince in hermit-weeds\\nAnd that, by love and self-control, being more\\nThan mightiest Kings in all their puissance,\\nThe appointed Helper of the Worlds should\\nbow\\nAs now do I and with all lowly love\\nProffer, where it is owed for tender debts,\\nThe first-fruits of the treasure he hath brought\\nWhich now I proffer.\\nThen the King amazed\\nInquired, What treasure? and the Teacher\\ntook\\nMeekly the royal palm, and while they paced\\nThrough worshiping streets the Princess and\\nthe King\\nOn either side he told the things which make\\nFor peace and pureness, these Four noble\\nTruths", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 189\\nWhich hold all wisdom as shores shut the seas\\nThose eight right rules whereby who will may-\\nwalk\\nMonarch or slave upon the perfect Path\\nThat hate its Stages Four and Precepts Eight,\\nWhereby whoso will live mighty or mean,\\nWise or unlearned, man, woman, young or\\nold-\\nShall soon or late break from the wheels of life\\nAttaining blest Nirvana. So they came\\nInto the Palace-porch, Suddhodana\\nWith brows unknit drinking the mighty words,\\nAnd in his own hand carrying Buddha s bowl,\\nWhilst a new light brightened the lovely eyes\\nOf sweet Yasodhara and sunned her tears,\\nAnd that night entered they the Way of Peace.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "190 THE LIGHT OF ASIA,\\nBOOK THE EIGHTH.\\nA broad mead spreads by swift Kohana s bank\\nAt Nagara five days shall bring a man\\nIn ox-wain thither from Benares shrines\\nEastward and northward journeyed. The horns\\nOf white Himala look upon the place,\\nWhich all the year is glad with blooms and girt\\nBy groves made green from that bright stream-\\nlet s wave.\\nSoft are its slopes and cool its fragrant shades,\\nAnd holy all the spirit of the spot\\nUnto this time the breath of eve comes hushed\\nOver the tangled thickets, and high heaps\\nOf carved red stones cloven by root and stem\\nOf creeping fig, and clad with waving veil\\nOf leaf and grass. The still snake glistens\\nforth\\nFrom crumbled work of lacand cedar-beams\\nTo coil his folds there on deep-graven slabs\\nThe lizard dwells and darts o er painted floors\\nWhere Kings have paced; the grey fox litters\\nsafe", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 191\\nUnder the broken thrones only the peaks,\\nAnd stream, and sloping lawns, and gentle air\\nAbide unchanged. All else, like all fair shows\\nOf life, are fled for this is where it stood,\\nThe city of Suddhadana, the hill\\nWhereon, upon an eve of gold and blue\\nAt sinking sun Lord Buddha set himself\\nTo teach the Law in hearing of his own.\\nLo ye shall read it in the Sacred Books\\nHow, being met in that glad pleasaunce-place\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA garden in old days with hanging walks,\\nFountains, and tanks, and rose-banked ter-\\nraces\\nGirdled by gay pavilions and the sweep\\nOf stately palace-fronts the Master sate\\nEminent, worshiped, all the earnest throng\\nCatching the opening of his lips to learn\\nThe wisdom which hath made our Asia mild\\nWhereto four hundred crores of living souls\\nWitness this day. Upon the King s right hand\\nHe sate, and round were ranged the Sakya\\nLords\\nAnanda, Devadatta all the Court.\\nBehind stood Seriyut and Mugallan, chiefs\\nOf the calm brethren in the yellow garb,\\nA goodly company. Between his knees\\nRahula smiled with wondering childish eyes", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "192 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nBent on the awful face, while at his feet\\nSate sweet Yasodhara, her heartaches gone,\\nForeseeing that fair love which doth not feed\\nOn fleeting sense, that life which knows no age,\\nThat blessed last of deaths when Death is dead,\\nHis victory and hers. Wherefore she laid\\nHer hand upon his hands, folding around\\nHer silver shoulder-cloth his yellow robe,\\nNearest in all the world to him whose words\\nThe Three Worlds waited for. I cannot tell\\nA small part of the splendid lore which broke\\nFrom Buddha s lips: I am a late-come scribe\\nWho love the Master and his love of men,\\nAnd tell this legend, knowing he was wise,\\nBut have not wit to speak beyond the books\\nAnd time hath blurred their script and ancient\\nsense,\\nWhich once was new and mighty, moving all.\\nA little of that large discourse I know\\nWhich Buddha spake on the soft Indian eve.\\nAlso I know it writ that they who heard\\nWere more lakhs more crores more than\\ncould be seen,\\nFor all the Devas and the Dead thronged\\nthere,\\nTill Heaven was emptied to the seventh zone\\nAnd uttermost dark Hells opened their bars\\nAlso the daylight lingered past its time", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 193\\nIn rose-leaf radiance on the watching peaks,\\nSo that it seemed Night listened in the glens\\nAnd noon upon the mountains yea they write,\\nThe evening stood between them like some\\nmaid\\nCelestial, love-struck, rapt; the smooth-rolled\\nclouds\\nHer braided hair; the studded stars the pearls\\nAnd diamonds of her coronal the moon\\nHer forehead-jewel, and the deepening dark\\nHer woven garments. Twas her close-held\\nbreath\\nWhich came in scented sighs across the lawns\\nWhile our Lord taught, and, while he taught,\\nwho heard\\nThough he were stranger in the land, or slave,\\nHigh caste or low, come of the Aryan blood,\\nOr Mlech or Jungle-dweller seemed to hear\\nWhat tongue his fellow talked. Nay, outside\\nthose\\nWho crowded by the river, great and small,\\nThe birds and beasts and creeping things tis\\nwrit\\nHad sense of Buddha s vast embracing love\\nAnd took the promise of his piteous speech\\nSo that their lives prisoned in shape of ape,\\nTiger, or deer, shagged bear, jackal, or wolf,\\n13 Light of Asia", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "194 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nFoul-feeding kite, pearled dove, or peacock\\ngemmed.\\nSquat toad, or speckled serpent, lizard, bat\\nYea, or of fish fanning the river-waves\\nTouched meekly at the skirts of brotherhood\\nWith man who hath less innocence than these\\nAnd in mute gladness knew their bondage\\nbroke\\nWhilst Buddha spake these things before the\\nKing:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOm, amitaya! measure not with words\\nTh Immeasurable: nor sink the string of\\nthought\\nInto the Fathomless. Who asks doth err,\\nWho answers, errs. Say nought\\nThe Books teach Darkness was, at first of all,\\nAnd Brahm, sole meditating in that Night:\\nLook not for Brahm and the Beginning there\\nNor him, nor any light.\\nShall any gazer see with mortal eyes,\\nOr any searcher know by mortal mind,\\nVeil after veil will lift but there must be\\nVeil upon veil behind.\\nStars sweep and question not. This is enough\\nThat life and death and joy and woe abide", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 195\\nAnd cause and sequence, and the course of\\ntime,\\nAnd Being s ceaseless tide,\\nWhich, ever-changing, runs, linked like a river\\nBy ripples following ripples, fast, or slow\\nThe same yet not the same from far-off foun-\\ntain\\nTo where its waters flow\\nInto the seas. These, steaming to the Sun,\\nGive the lost wavelets back in cloudy fleece\\nTo trickle down the hills, and glide again\\nHaving no pause or peace.\\nThis is enough to know, the phantasms are\\nThe Heavens, Earths, Worlds, and changes\\nchanging them\\nA mighty whirling wheel of strife and stress\\nWhich none can stay or stem.\\nPray not the Darkness will not brighten Ask\\nNought from the Silence, for it cannot speak\\nVex not your mournful minds with pious\\npains\\nAh! Brothers, Sisters! seek\\nNought from the helpless gods by gift and\\nhymn,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "196 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nNor bribe with blood, nor feed with fruit\\nand cakes\\nWithin yourselves deliverance must be sought\\nEach man his prison makes.\\nEach hath such lordship as the loftiest ones\\nNay, for with Powers above, around, below,\\nAs with all flesh and whatsoever lives,\\nAct maketh joy and woe.\\nWhat hath been bringeth what shall be, and is,\\nWorse better last for first and first for last\\nThe Angels in the Heavens of Gladness reap\\nFruits of a holy past.\\nThe devils in the underworlds wear out\\nDeeds that were wicked in an age gone by.\\nNothing endures; fair virtues waste with time,\\nFoul sins grow purged thereby.\\nWho toiled a slave may come anew a Prince\\nFor gentle worthiness and merit won\\nWho ruled a King may wander earth in rags\\nFor things done and undone.\\nHigher than Indra s ye may lift your lot,\\nAnd sink it lower than the worm or gnat\\nThe end of many myriad lives is this,\\nThe end of myriads that.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 197\\nOnly, while turns this wheel invisible,\\nNo pause, no peace, no staying-place can be\\nWho mounts will fall, who falls may mount\\nthe spokes\\nGo round unceasingly\\nIf ye lay bound upon the wheel of change,\\nAnd no way were of breaking from the chain,\\nThe Heart of boundless Being is a curse,\\nThe Soul of Things fell Pain.\\nYe are not bound the Soul of Things is sweet,\\nThe Heart of Being is celestial rest;\\nStronger than woe is will: that which was\\nGood\\nDoth pass to Better Best.\\nI, Buddh, who wept with all my brothers\\ntears,\\nWhose heart was broken by a whole world s\\nwoe,\\nLaugh and am glad, for there is Liberty\\nHo! ye who suffer, know\\nYe suffer from yourselves. None else compels,\\nNone other holds you that ye live and die,\\nAnd whirl upon the wheel, and hug and kiss\\nIts spokes of agony,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "198 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nIts tire of tears, its nave of nothingness.\\nBehold, I show you Truth! Lower than\\nhell,\\nHigher than heaven, outside the utmost stars,\\nFarther than Brahm doth dwell\\nBefore beginning, and without an end,\\nAs space eternal and as surety sure,\\nIs fixed a Power divine which moves to good,\\nOnly its laws endure.\\nThis is its touch upon the blossomed rose,\\nThe fashion of its hand shaped lotus-leaves\\nIn dark soil and the silence of the seeds\\nThe robe of Spring it weaves;\\nThat is its painting on the glorious clouds,\\nAnd these its emeralds on the peacock s train\\nIt hath its stations in the stars its slaves\\nIn lightning, wind, and rain.\\nOut of the dark it wrought the heart of man,\\nOut of dull shells the pheasant s penciled\\nneck;\\nEver at toil, it brings to loveliness\\nAll ancient wrath and wreck.\\nThe grey eggs in the golden sun-bird s nest\\nIts treasures are, the bees six-sided cell", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 199\\nIts honey-pot the ant wots of its ways,\\nThe white doves know them well.\\nIt spreadeth forth for flight the eagle s wings\\nWhat time she beareth home her prey; it\\nsends\\nThe she-wolf to her cubs; for unloved things\\nIt findeth food and friends.\\nIt is not marred nor stayed in any use,\\nAll liketh it the sweet white milk it brings\\nTo mothers breasts; it brings the white\\ndrops, too,\\nWherewith the young snake stings.\\nThe ordered music of the marching orbs\\nIt makes in viewless canopy of sky\\nIn deep abyss of earth it hides up gold,\\nSards, sapphires, lazuli.\\nEver and ever bringing secrets forth,\\nIt sitteth in the green of forest-glades\\nNursing strange seedlings at the cedar s root,\\nDevising leaves, blooms, blades.\\nIt slayeth and it saveth, nowise moved\\nExcept unto the working out of doom\\nIts threads are Love and Life; and Death and\\nPain\\nThe shuttles of its loom.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "200 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nIt maketh and unmaketh, mending all\\nWhat it hath wrought is better than hath\\nbeen;\\nSlow grows the splendid pattern that it plans\\nIts wistful hands between.\\nThis is its work upon the things ye see.\\nThe unseen things are more; men s hearts\\nand minds,\\nThe thoughts of peoples and their ways and\\nwills,\\nThose, too, the great Law binds.\\nUnseen it helpeth ye with faithful hands,\\nUnheard it speaketh stronger than the storm,\\nPity and Love are man s because long stress\\nMoulded blind mass to form.\\nIt will not be contemned of any one;\\nWho thwarts it loses, and who serves it gains;\\nThe hidden good it pays with peace and bliss,\\nThe hidden ill with pains.\\nIt seeth everywhere and marketh all;\\nDo right it recompenseth do one wrong\\nThe equal retribution must be made,\\nThough Dharma tarry long.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 201\\nIt knows not wrath nor pardon utter-true\\nIts measures mete, its faultless balance\\nweighs\\nTimes are as nought, to-morrow it will judge*\\nOr after many days.\\nBy this the slayer s knife did stab himself;\\nThe unjust judge hath lost his own defender;\\nThe false tongue dooms its lie the creeping\\nthief\\nAnd spoiler rob, to render.\\nSuch is the Law which moves to righteousness,\\nWhich none at last can turn aside or stay;\\nThe heart of it is Love, the end of it\\nIs Peace and Consummation sweet. Obey!\\nThe Books say well, my Brothers! each man s\\nlife\\nThe outcome of his former living is\\nThe bygone wrongs bring forth sorrows and\\nwoes\\nThe bygone right breeds bliss.\\nThat which ye sow ye reap. See yonder fields\\nThe sesamum was sesamum, the corn\\nWas corn. The Silence and the Darkness knew\\nSo is a man s fate born.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "202 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nHe cometh, reaper of the things he sowed,\\nSesamum, corn, so much cast in past birth\\nAnd so much weed and poison-stuff, which mar\\nHim and the aching earth.\\nIf he shall labor rightly, rooting these,\\nAnd planting wholesome seedlings where\\nthey grew,\\nFruitful and fair and clean the ground shall be,\\nAnd rich the harvest due.\\nIf he who liveth, learning whence woe springs,\\nEndureth patiently, striving to pay\\nHis utmost debt for ancient evils done\\nIn Love and Truth alway;\\nIf making none to lack, he thoroughly purge\\nThe lie and lust of self forth from his blood;\\nSuffering all meekly, rendering for offence\\nNothing but grace and good:\\nIf he shall day by day dwell merciful,\\nHoly and just and kind and true and rend\\nDesire from where it clings with bleeding roots,\\nTill love of life have end\\nHe dying leaveth as the sum of him\\nA life-count closed, whose ills are dead and\\nquit,", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 203\\nWhose good is quick and mighty, far and near,\\nSo that fruits follow it.\\nNo need hath such to live as ye name life,\\nThat which began in him when he began\\nIs finished: he hath wrought the purpose\\nthrough\\nOf what did make him Man.\\nNever shall yearnings torture him, nor sins\\nStain him, nor ache of earthly joys and woes\\nInvade his safe eternal peace nor deaths\\nAnd lives recur. He goes\\nUnto Nirvana. He is one with Life\\nYet lives not. He is blest, ceasing to be\\nOm, mani padme, om the Dewdrop slips\\nInto the shining sea\\nThis is the doctrine of the Karma. Learn\\nOnly when all the dross of sin is quit,\\nOnly when life dies like a white flame spent\\nDeath dies along with it.\\nSay not I am, I was, or I shall be,\\nThink not ye pass from house to house of\\nflesh\\nLike travelers who remember and forget,\\nIll-lodged or well-lodged. Fresh", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "204 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nIssues upon the Universe that sum\\nWhich is the lattermost of lives. It makes\\nIts habitation as the worm spins silk\\nAnd dwells therein. It takes\\nFunction and substance as the snake s egg\\nhatched\\nTakes scale and fang; as feathered reed-\\nseeds fly\\nO er rock and loam and sand, until they find\\nTheir marsh and multiply.\\nAlso it issues forth to help or hurt.\\nWhen Death the bitter murderer doth smite,\\nRed roams the unpurged fragment of him,\\ndriven\\nOn wings of plague and blight.\\nBut when the mild and just die, sweet airs\\nbreathe\\nThe world grows richer, as if desert-stream\\nShould sink away to sparkle up again\\nPurer, with broader gleam.\\nSo merit won winneth the happier age\\nWhich by demerit halteth short of end\\nYet must this Law of Love reign King of all\\nBefore the Kalpas end.", "height": "2721", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 205\\nWhat lets? Brothers! the Darkness lets!\\nwhich breeds\\nIgnorance, mazed whereby ye take these\\nshows\\nFor true, and thirst to have, and, having, cling\\nTo lusts which work you woes.\\nYe that will tread the Middle Road, whose\\ncourse\\nBright Reason traces and soft Quiet smoothes;\\nYe who will take the high Nirvana-way\\nList the Four Noble Truths.\\nThe First Truth is of Sorrow. Be not mocked\\nLife which ye prize is long-drawn agony\\nOnly its pains abide its pleasures are\\nAs birds which light and fly.\\nAche of the birth, ache of the helpless days,\\nAche of hot youth and ache of manhood s\\nprime\\nAche of the chill grey years and choking death,\\nThese fill your piteous time.\\nSweet is fond Love, but funeral-flames must\\nkiss\\nThe breasts which pillow and the lips which\\ncling;", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "206 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nGallant is warlike Might, but vultures pick\\nThe joints of chief and King.\\nBeauteous is Earth, but all its forest-broods\\nPlot mutual slaughter, hungering to live\\nOf sapphire are the skies, but when men cry\\nFamished, no drops they give.\\nAsk of the sick, the mourners, ask of him\\nWho tottereth on his staff, lone and forlorn,.\\nLiketh thee life? these say the babe is wise\\nThat weepeth, being born.\\nThe Second Truth is Sorrow s Cause. What\\ngrief\\nSprings of itself and springs not of Desire?\\nSenses and things perceived mingle and light\\nPassion s quick spark of fire:\\nSo flameth Trishna, lust and thirst of things..\\nEager ye cleave to shadows, dote on dreams\\nA false Self in the midst ye plant, and make\\nA world around which seems:\\nBlind to the height beyond, deaf to the sound\\nOf sweet airs breathed from far past Indra s\\nsky;\\nDumb to the summons of the true life kept\\nFor him who false puts by.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 207\\nSo grow the strifes and lusts which make\\nearth s war,\\nSo grieve poor cheated hearts and flow salt\\ntears\\nSo wax the passions, envies, angers, hates;\\nSo years chase blood-stained years\\nWith wild red feet So, where the grain\\nshould grow,\\nSpreads the biran-weed with its evil root\\nAnd poisonous blossoms; hardly good seeds\\nfind\\nSoil where to fall and shoot;\\nAnd drugged with poisonous drink the soul\\ndeparts,\\nAnd fierce with thirst to drink Karma re-\\nturns\\nSense-struck again the sodden self begins,\\nAnd new deceits it earns.\\nThe Third is Sorrow s Ceasing. This is peace\\nTo conquer love of self and lust of life.\\nTo tear deep-rooted passion from the breast,\\nTo still the inward strife\\nFor love to clasp Eternal Beauty close\\nFor glory to be Lord of self, for pleasure\\nTo live beyond the gods: for countless wealth\\nTo lay up lasting treasure", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "208 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nOf perfect service rendered, duties done\\nIn charity, soft speech, and stainless days:\\nThese riches shall not fade away in life,\\nNor any death dispraise.\\nThen Sorrow ends, for Life and Death have\\nceased\\nHow should lamps nicker when their oil is\\nspent?\\nThe old sad count is clear, the new is clean\\nThus hath a man content.\\nThe Fourth Truth is The Way. It openeth\\nwide,\\nPlain for all feet to tread, easy and near,\\nThe Noble Eightfold Path it goeth straight\\nTo peace and refuge. Hear!\\nManifold tracks lead to yon sister-peaks\\nAround whose snows the gilded clouds are\\ncurled\\nBy steep or gentle slopes the climber comes\\nWhere breaks that other world.\\nStrong limbs may dare the rugged road which\\nstorms,\\nSoaring and perilous, the mountain s breast;", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 209\\nThe weak must wind from slower ledge to ledge\\nWith many a place of rest.\\nSo is the Eightfold Path which brings to peace\\nBy lower or by upper heights it goes.\\nThe firm soul hastes, the feeble tarries. All\\nWill reach the sunlit snows.\\nThe First good Level is Right Doctrine. Walk\\nIn fear of Dharma, shunning all offence\\nIn heed of Karma, which doth make man s fate\\nIn lordship over sense.\\nThe Second is Right Purpose. Have good-will\\nTo all that lives, letting unkindness die\\nAnd greed and wrath so that your lives be\\nmade\\nLike soft airs passing by.\\nThe Third is Right Discourse. Govern the lips\\nAs they were palace-doors, the King within;\\nTranquil and fair and courteous be all words\\nWhich from that presence win.\\nThe Fourth is Right Behavior. Let each act\\nAssoil a fault or help a merit grow\\nLike threads of silver seen through crystal\\nbeads\\nLet love through good deeds show.\\n11 Light of Asia", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "210 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nFour higher roadways be. Only those feet\\nMay tread them which have done with\\nearthly things;\\nRight Purity, Right Thought, Right Loneli-\\nness,\\nRight Rapture. Spread no wings\\nFor sunward flight, thou soul with unplumed\\nvans!\\nSweet is the lower air and safe, and known\\nThe homely levels: only strong ones leave\\nThe nest each makes his own.\\nDear is the love, I know, of Wife and Child;\\nPleasant the friends and pastimes of your\\nyears\\nFruitful of good Life s gentle charities;\\nFalse, though firm -set, its fears.\\nLive ye who must such lives as live on these\\nMake golden stairways of your weakness;\\nrise\\nBy daily sojourn with those phantasies\\nTo lovelier verities.\\nSo shall ye pass to clearer heights and find\\nEasier ascents and lighter loads of sins,\\nAnd larger will to burst the bonds of sense,\\nEntering the Path. Who wins", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 211\\nTo such commencement hath the First Stage\\ntouched\\nHe knows the Noble Truths, the Eightfold\\nRoad;\\nBy few or many steps such shall attain\\nNirvana s blest abode.\\nWho standeth at the Second Stage, made free\\nFrom doubts, delusions, and the inward strife,\\nLord of all lusts, quit of the priests and books,\\nShall live but one more life.\\nYet onward lies the Third Stage: purged and\\npure\\nHath grown the stately spirit here, hath risen\\nTo love all living things in perfect peace.\\nHis life at end, life s prison\\nIs broken. Nay, there are who surely pass\\nLiving and visible to utmost goal\\nBy Fourth Stage of the Holy ones the\\nBuddhs\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd they of stainless soul.\\nLo like fierce foes slain by some warrior,\\nTen sins along these Stages lie in dust,\\nThe Love of Self, False Faith, and Doubt are\\nthree,\\nTwo more, Hatred and Lust.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "212 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nWho of these Five is conqueror hath trod\\nThree stages out of Four yet there abide\\nThe Love of Life on earth, Desire for Heaven,\\nSelf-Praise, Error, and Pride.\\nAs one who stands on yonder snowy horn\\nHaving nought o er him but the boundless\\nblue,\\nSo, these sins being slain, the man is come\\nNirvana s verge unto.\\nHim the Gods envy from their lower seats;\\nHim the Three Worlds in ruin should not\\nshake\\nAll life is lived for him, all deaths are dead;\\nKarma will no more make\\nNew houses. Seeking nothing, he gains all\\nForegoing self, the Universe grows I\\nIf any teach Nirvana is to cease,\\nSay unto such they lie.\\nIf any teach Nirvana is to live,\\nSay unto such they err not knowing this,\\nNor what light shines beyond their broken\\nlamps,\\nNor lifeless, timeless bliss.\\nEnter the Path! There is no grief like Hate!\\nNo pain like passions, no deceit like sense", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 213\\nEnter the Path far hath he gone whose foot\\nTreads down one fond offence.\\nEnter the Path! There spring the healing\\nstreams\\nQuenching all thirst! there bloom th im-\\nmortal flowers\\nCarpeting all the way with joy! there throng\\nSwiftest and sweetest hours\\nMore is the treasure of the Law than gems\\nSweeter than comb its sweetness; its delights\\nDelightful past compare. Thereby to live\\nHear the Five Rules aright\\nKill not for Pity s sake and lest ye slay\\nThe meanest thing upon its upward way.\\nGive freely and receive, but take from none\\nBy greed, or force, or fraud, what is his own.\\nBear not false witness, slander not, nor lie;\\nTruth is the speech of inward purity.\\nShun drugs and drinks which work the wit\\nabuse\\nClear minds, clean bodies, need no Soma juice.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "214 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nTouch not thy neighbor s wife, neither commit\\nSins of the flesh unlawful and unfk.\\nThese words the Master spake of duties due\\nTo father, mother, children, fellows, friends;\\nTeaching- how such as may not swiftly break\\nThe clinging chains of sense whose feet are\\nweak\\nTo tread the higher road should order so\\nThis life of flesh that all their hither days\\nPass blameless in discharge of charities\\nAnd first true footfalls in the Eightfold Path\\nLiving pure, reverent, patient, pitiful,\\nLoving all things which live even as them-\\nselves\\nBecause what falls for ill is fruit of ill\\nWrought in the past, and what falls well of\\ngood;\\nAnd that by howsomuch the householder\\nPurgeth himself of self and helps the world,\\nBy so much happier comes he to next stage,\\nIn so much bettered being. This he spake,\\nAs also long before, when our Lord walked\\nBy Rajagriha in the bamboo-grove:\\nFor on a dawn he walked there and beheld\\nThe householder Singala, newly bathed,\\nBowing himself with bare head to the earth,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 215\\nTo Heaven, and all four quarters; while he\\nthrew\\nRice, red and white, from both hands. Where-\\nfore thus\\nBowestthou, Brother? said the Lord; and he,\\nIt is the way, Great Sir our fathers taught\\nAt every dawn, before the toil begins,\\nTo hold off evil from the sky above\\nAnd earth beneath, and all the winds which\\nblow.\\nThen the World-honored spake: Scatter not\\nrice,\\nBut offer loving thoughts and acts to all.\\nTo parents as the East where rises light\\nTo teachers as the South whence rich gifts\\ncome;\\nTo wife and children as the West where gleam\\nColors of love and calm, and all days end\\nTo friends and kinsmen and all men as North\\nTo humblest living things beneath, to Saints\\nAnd Angels and the blessed Dead above\\nSo shall all evil be shut off, and so\\nThe six main quarters will be safely kept.\\nBut to his own, them of the yellow robe\\nThey who, as wakened eagles, soar with scorn\\nFrom life s low vale, and wing towards the\\nSun", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "216 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nTo these he taught the Ten Observances\\nThe Dasa-Sil, and how a mendicant\\nMust know the Three Doors and the Triple\\nThoughts;\\nThe Sixfold States of Mind; the Fivefold\\nPowers\\nThe Eight High Gates of Purity; the Modes\\nOf Understanding; Iddhi; Upeksha;\\nThe Five Great Meditations, which are food\\nSweeter than Amrit for the holy soul\\nThe Jhana s and the Three Chief Refuges.\\nAlso he taught his own how they should dwell\\nHow live, free from the snares of love and\\nwealth\\nWhat eat and drink and carry three plain\\ncloths,\\nYellow, of stitched stuff, worn with shoulder\\nbare\\nA girdle, almsbowl, strainer. Thus he laid\\nThe great foundations of our Sangha well,\\nThat noble Order of the Yellow Robe\\nWhich to this day standeth to help the World.\\nSo all that night he spake, teaching the Law:\\nAnd on no eyes fell sleep for they who heard\\nRejoiced with tireless joy. Also the King,\\nWhen this was finished, rose upon his throne\\nAnd with bared feet bowed low before his Son", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF ASIA. 217\\nKissing his hem; and said, Take me, O Son!\\nLowest and least of all thy Company.\\nAnd sweet Yasodhara, all happy now,\\nCried Give to Rahula thou Blessed One\\nThe Treasure of the Kingdom of thy Word\\nFor his inheritance. Thus passed these\\nThree\\nInto the Path.\\nHere endeth what I write\\nWho love the Master for his love of us.\\nA little knowing, little have I told\\nTouching the Teacher and the Ways of Peace.\\nForty-five rains thereafter showed he those\\nIn many lands and many tongues and gave\\nOur Asia light, that still is beautiful,\\nConquering the world with spirit of strong\\ngrace:\\nAll which is written in the holy Books,\\nAnd where he passed and what proud Em-\\nperors\\nCarved his sweet words upon the rocks and\\ncaves\\nAnd how in fulness of the times it fell\\nThe Buddha died, the great Tathagato,\\nEven as a man mongst men, fulfilling all:\\nAnd how a thousand thousand crores since then", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "213 THE LIGHT OF ASIA.\\nHave trod the Path which leads whither he\\nwent\\nUnto Nirvana where the Silence lives.\\nAh! Blessed Lord! Oh, High Deliverer!\\nForgive this feeble script, which doth thee\\nwrong\\nMeasuring with little wit thy lofty Love.\\nAh Lover Brother Guide Lamp of the Law\\nI take my refuge in thy name and thee\\nI take my refuge in thy Law of Good\\nI take my refuge in thy Order! OM!\\nThe Dew is on the lotus rise, Great Sun\\nAnd lift my leaf and mix me with the wave.\\nOm mani padme hum, the Sunrise comes!\\nThe Dewdrop slips into the shining Sea!", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "AFTER DEATH IN ARABIA.\\nBY EDWIN ARNOLD.\\nHe who died at Azan sends\\nThis to comfort all his friends:\\nFaithful friends! It lies, I know,\\nPale and white and cold as snow.,\\nAnd ye say Abdallah s dead!\\nWeeping at the feet and head,\\nI can see your falling tears,\\nI can hear your sighs and prayers\\nYet I smile and whisper this,\\nI am not the thing you kiss;\\nCease your tears, and let it lie\\nIt was mine, it is not I.\\nSweet friends! What the women lave\\nFor its last bed of the grave,\\nIs but a hut which I am quitting,\\nIs a garment no more fitting,\\nIs a cage from which, at last,\\nLike a hawk my soul hath passed.\\nLove the inmate, not the room,\\nThe wearer, not the garb, the plume\\n219", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "220 AFTER DEATH IN ARABIA.\\nOf the falcon, not the bars\\nWhich kept him from those splendid stars.\\nLoving friends Be wise and dry-\\nStraightway ever weeping eye.\\nWhat ye lift upon the bier\\nIs not worth a wistful tear.\\nTis an empty sea-shell, one\\nOut of which the pearl is gone\\nThe shell is broken, it lies there\\nThe pearl, the all, the soul, is here.\\nTis an earthen jar, whose lid\\nAllah sealed, the while it hid\\nThat treasure of his treasury,\\nA mind that loved him, let it lie\\nLet the shard be earth s once more,\\nSince the gold shines in his store\\nAllah glorious Allah good\\nNow thy world is understood;\\nNow the long, long wonder ends,\\nYet ye weep, my erring friends.\\nWhile the man whom ye call dead,\\nIn unspoken bliss, instead,\\nLives and loves you lost, tis true,\\nBy such light as shines for you;\\nBut in the light ye cannot see\\nOf unfulfilled felicity,", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "AFTER DEATH IN ARABIA. 221\\nIn enlarging paradise,\\nLives a life that never dies.\\nFarewell, friends Yet not farewell\\nWhere I am, ye, too, shall dwell.\\nI am gone before your face,\\nA moment s time, a little space.\\nWhen ye come where I have stepped\\nYe will wonder why ye wept\\nYe will know, by wise love taught,\\nThat here is all, and there is naught.\\nWeep awhile, if ye are fain,\\nSunshine still must follow rain\\nOnly not at death, for death,\\nNow I know, is that first breath\\nWhich our souls draw when we enter\\nLife, which is of all life centre.\\nBe ye certain all seems love,\\nViewed from Allah s throne above;\\nBe ye stout of heart, and come\\nBravely onward to your home\\nLa Allah ilia Allah! yea!\\nThou love divine Thou love alway\\nHe that died at Azan gave\\nThis to those who made his grave.", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "SHE AND HE.\\nBY EDWIN ARNOLD.\\nShe is dead! they said to him; come away;\\nKiss her and leave her, thy love is clay!\\nThey smoothed her tresses of dark brown hair;\\nOn her forehead of stone they laid it fair;\\nOver her eyes that gazed too much\\nThey drew the lids with a gentle touch\\nWith a tender touch they closed up well\\nThe sweet thin lips that had secrets to tell\\nAbout her brows and beautiful face\\nThey tied her veil and her marriage lace,\\nAnd drew on her white feet her white silk\\nshoes\\nWhich were the whitest no eye could choose\\nAnd over her bosom they crossed her hands.\\nCome away! they said; God understands.\\nAnd there was silence, and nothing there\\nBut silence, and scents of eglantere,\\n222", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "SHE AND HE. 223\\nAnd jasmine, and roses, and rosemary;\\nAnd they said, As a lady should lie, lies she.\\nAnd they held their breath till they left the\\nroom,\\nWith a shudder, to glance at its stillness and\\ngloom.\\nBut he who lov d her too well to dread\\nThe sweet, the stately, the beautiful dead,\\nHe lit his lamp and took the key\\nAnd turned it alone again he and she.\\nHe and she but she would not speak,\\nThough he kissed, in the old place, the quiet\\ncheek.\\nHe and she yet she would not smile,\\nThough he called her the name she loved ere-\\nwhile.\\nHe and she still she did not move\\nTo any one passionate whisper of love.\\nThen he said: Cold lips and breasts without\\nbreath,\\nIs there no voice, no language of death?", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "224 SHE AND HE.\\nDumb to the ear and still to the sense,\\nBut to heart and to soul distinct, intense?\\n4 See now I will listen with soul, not ear\\nWhat was the secret of dying, dear?\\n1 4 Was it the infinite wonder of all\\nThat you ever could let life s flower fall?\\n4 4 Or was it a greater marvel to feel\\nThe perfect calm o er the agony steal?\\n4 Was the miracle greater to find how deep\\nBeyond all dreams sank downward that sleep?\\n44 Did life roll back its records dear,\\nAnd show, as they say it does, past things\\nclear?\\n44 And was it the innermost heart of the bliss\\nTo find out so, what a wisdom love is?\\n4 O perfect dead O dead most dear,\\nI hold the breath of my soul to hear?\\n44 1 listen as deep as to horrible hell,\\nAs high as to heaven, and you do not tell.\\n44 There must be pleasure in dying, sweet,\\nTo make you so placid from head to feet", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2711", "width": "1665", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "Aub\\nDeacidified using the Bookkeeper process.\\nNeutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide\\nTreatment Date: March 2009\\nPreservationTechnologies\\nA WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVATION\\n111 Thomson Park Drive", "height": "2711", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2711", "width": "1665", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2972", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "lightofasia03arno_0242.jp2"}}