TRANSLATIONS

 

SRI AUROBINDO

 

Contents 

 

 

I. FROM SANSKRIT

   

 

 

 

BHAGAVAD GITA

 
 

Chapter One

 
 

Chapter Two

 
 

Chapter Three

 
 

Chapter Four

 
 

Chapter Five

 
 

Chapter Six

 

 

 

KALIDASA

 
 

The Birth of the War-God

 Canto One:

 
 

The Birth of the War-God, Canto Two

 
 

Malavica and the King

 
 

The Line of Raghu

 

 

 

 

Sankaracharya

 
 

Bhavani

 

 

 

 

III FROM TAMIL

 

 IV. FROM GREEK AND LATIN

 
 

The Kural

 

Odyssey

 
 

Nammalwar’s Hymn of the Golden Age

 

On A Satyr and Seeping Love

 
 

Love-Mad

 

A Rose of Women

 
 

Refuge

 

To Lesbia

 
 

To the Cuckoo

     
 

I Dreamed a Dream

     
 

Ye Others

     

 

 

 

ON FATE

 

Fate Masters the Gods

 

Brihuspathy1 his path of vantage shows,

        The red disastrous thunder leaves his hand

Obedient, the high Gods in burning rows

His battled armies make, high heaven’s his fort,

Iravath swings his huge trunk for his sport,

        The Almighty’s guardian favours over him stand;

That Indra with these strengths, this lordship proud

Is broken by his foes in battle loud.

Come then, bow down to Fate. Alas, the vain

Heroisms, virtues, toils of glorious man! 

 

A Parable of Fate

 

A serpent in a basket crushed despaired,

        His organs all with hunger weak and worn,

While patiently at night the mouse prepared

        A hole in that self basket. Ere the morn

By his own industry, such Nature’s law,

The patient labourer fills the serpent’s maw.

He with that food replenished, by the way

         The mouse had made escaped. 0 world, behold

The mighty master of thy sad decay

         And fortunate rising. Fate, the godhead old.

 

1 Brihuspathy is counsellor to Indra, the King of Heaven, and spiritual guide of the Gods, Iravath is Indra’s elephant. 

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Fate and Freewill

 

“The actions of our former life control

This life’s sweet fruit or bitter; even the high

Intellect follows where these point its eye.”

All this is true, — 0 yet, be wise of soul,

Think ere thou act, thou who wouldst reach the goal.

 

Ill Luck

 

A bald man, goes the story, when the noon

Beat his plagued brows into a fiery swoon,

Desiring dimness and cool place was led

By subtle Fate into a high palm’s shade.

There where he shelter hoped, a giant fruit

Crashed on his pate and broke with horrid bruit.

Wherever the unfortunate hides his head,

Grief and disaster in his footprints tread.

 

Fate Masters All

 

I saw the brilliant moon eclipsed, the sun

       Baulked darkly of his radiant pilgrimage,

And halter-bound the forest’s mighty one,

       The iron-coiled huge python in a cage;

Then saw the wise skilled brain a pauper, and said

“Fate only is strong whose hand on all is laid.” 

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The Follies of Fate

 

Sometimes the gods build up a very man

Whom genius, virtue, glory crowd to bless,

And Earth with him adorned grows measureless.

Then if death early spoil that noble plan,

Ah, blind stupidity of Fate that throws

From her brow the jewel, from her breast the rose!

 

The Script of Fate

 

When on the desert-bramble’s boughs you find

        Leafage nor flower, blame not the bounteous Spring!

Is it the sun’s fault if the owlet blind

        Sees not by day so radiant-bright a thing?

Though down the rain-lark’s throat no sweet drops flow,

        Yet for his falling showers the high cloud praise.

What Fate has written in power upon the brow,

        Where is the hand so mighty it shall rase? 

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