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.”Then — while the glad blood bounded in her veinsAs Gunga leaps when fi rst the mountain snowsMelt at her springs — uprose Yas‘dharaAnd clapped her palms, and laughed, with brimming tearsBeading her lashes.“Oh! call quick,” she cried,“These merchants to my purdah, for mine earsThirst like parched throats to drink their blessed news.Go bring them in, — but if their tale be true,Say I will fi ll their girdles with much gold,With gems that kings shall envy; come ye too,My girls, for ye shall have guerdon of thisIf there be gifts to speak my grateful heart.”162So went those merchants to the Pleasure-house,Full softly pacing through its golden waysWith naked feet, amid the peering maids,Much wondering at the glories of the Court.Whom, when they came without the purdah’s foldsA voice, tender and eager, fi lled and charmedWith trembling music, saying: “Ye are comeFrom far, fair Sirs! and ye have seen my Lord —Yea, worshipped — for he is become a Buddha,World-honoured, holy, and delivers men,And journeyeth hither.Speak! for, if this be,Friends are ye of my House, welcome and dear.”Then answer made Tripusha: “We have seenThat sacred Master, Princess! we have bowedBefore his feet; for who was lost a PrinceIs found a greater than the King of kings.Under the Bõdhi-tree by Phalgu’s bankThat which shall save the world hath late been wroughtBy him — the Friend of all, the Prince of all —Thine most, High Lady! from whose tears men winThe comfort of this Word the Master speaks.Lo! he is well, as one beyond all ills,Uplifted as a god from earthly woes,163Shining with risen Truth, golden and clear,Moreover as he entereth town by town,Preaching those noble ways which lead to peace,The hearts of men follow his path as leavesTroop to the wind or sheep draw after oneWho knows the pastures.We ourselves have heardBy Gaya in the green Tchãrnika groveThose wondrous lips and done them reverence:He cometh hither ere the fi rst rains fall.”Thus spake he, and Yas‘dhara, for joy,Scarce mastered breath to answer, “Be it wellNow and at all times with ye, worthy friends,Who bring good tidings; but of this great thingWist ye how it befell?Then Bhalluk toldSuch as the people of the valleys knewOf that dread night of confl ict, when the airDarkened with fi endish shadows, and the earthQuaked, and the waters swelled with Mara’s wrath.Also how gloriously that morning brokeRadiant with rising hopes for man, and how164The Lord was found rejoicing ’neath his Tree.But many days the burden of release —To be escaped beyond all storms of doubt,Safe on Truth’s shore — lay, spake he, on that heartA golden load; for how shall men — Buddha mused —Who love their sins and cleave to cheats of sense,And drink of error from a thousand springs,Having no mind to see, nor strength to breakThe fl eshly snare which binds them — how should suchReceive the Twelve Nidànas and the LawRedeeming all, yet strange to profi t by,As the caged bird oft shuns its opened door?So had we missed the helpful victoryIf, in this earth without a refuge, Buddha,Winning the way had deemed it all too hardFor mortal feet, and passed, none following him.Yet pondered the compassion of our Lord,But in that hour there range a voice as sharpAs cry of travail, so as if the earthMoaned in birth-throe “Nasyami aham bhåNasyati l‘ka!”Surely I am lost,I and my creatures: then a pause, and nextA pleading sigh born on the western wind,“Sruyatàm dharma, Bhagwat!” Oh Supreme!Let Thy Great Law Be Uttered! Whereupon165The Master cast his vision forth on fl esh,Saw who should hear and who must wait to hear,As the keen Sun gilding the lotus-lakesSeeth which buds will open to his beamsAnd which are not yet risen from their roots;Then spake, divinely smiling, “Yea! I preach!Whoso will listen let him learn the Law.”Afterwards passed he, said they, by the hillsUnto Benares, where he taught the Five,Showing how birth and death should be destroyed,And how man hath no fate except pass deeds,No Hell but what he makes, no Heaven too highFor those to reach whose passions sleep subdued.This was the fi fteenth day of VaishyaMid-afternoon, and that night was full moon.But, of the Rishis, fi rst KaundinyaOwned the Four Truths and entered on the Paths;And after him Bhadraka, Asvajit,Basava, Mahanàma; also thereWithin the Deer-park, at the feet of Buddha,Yasad the Prince with nobles fi fty-four166Hearing the blessed word our Master spakeWorshipped and followed; for there sprang up peaceAnd knowledge of a new time come for menIn all who heard, as spring the fl owers and grassWhen water sparkles through a sandy plain.These sixty — said they — did our Lord send forth,Made perfect in restraint and passion-free,To teach the Way; but the World-honoured turnedSouth from the Deer-park and IsipatanTo Yashti and King Bimbasàra’s realm,Where many days he taught; and after theseKing Bimbasàra and his folk believed,Learning the law of love and ordered life.Also he gave the Master, of free gift —Pouring forth water on the hands of Buddha —The Bamboo-Garden, named Wéluvana,Wherein are streams and caves and lovely glades;And the King set a stone there, carved with this:Yé dharma hetuppabhawáYesan hétun Tathágatõ;âha yesan cha yo nirodhõEwan wadi Maha samano.167“What life’s course and cause sustainThese Tathàgato made plain;What delivers from life’s woeThat our Lord hath made us know.”And, in that Garden — said they — there was heldA high Assembly, where the Teacher spakeWisdom and power, winning all souls which heard,So that nine hundred took the yellow robe —Such as the Master wears, — and spread his Law;And this the gáthá was wherewith he closed: —Sabba pápassa akaranan;Kusalassa upasampadá;Sa chitta pariyodapanan;Etan Budhánusásanan.“Evil swells the debts to play,Good delivers and acquits;Shun evil, follow good; hold swayOver thyself.This is the Way.”Whom, when they ended, speaking so of him,With gifts, and thanks which made the jewels dull,The Princess recompensed.“But by what road168Wendeth my Lord?” she asked; the merchants said,“Y‘jans threescore stretch from the city-wallsTo Rajagriha, whence the easy pathPasseth by Sona hither, and the hills [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.”Then — while the glad blood bounded in her veinsAs Gunga leaps when fi rst the mountain snowsMelt at her springs — uprose Yas‘dharaAnd clapped her palms, and laughed, with brimming tearsBeading her lashes.“Oh! call quick,” she cried,“These merchants to my purdah, for mine earsThirst like parched throats to drink their blessed news.Go bring them in, — but if their tale be true,Say I will fi ll their girdles with much gold,With gems that kings shall envy; come ye too,My girls, for ye shall have guerdon of thisIf there be gifts to speak my grateful heart.”162So went those merchants to the Pleasure-house,Full softly pacing through its golden waysWith naked feet, amid the peering maids,Much wondering at the glories of the Court.Whom, when they came without the purdah’s foldsA voice, tender and eager, fi lled and charmedWith trembling music, saying: “Ye are comeFrom far, fair Sirs! and ye have seen my Lord —Yea, worshipped — for he is become a Buddha,World-honoured, holy, and delivers men,And journeyeth hither.Speak! for, if this be,Friends are ye of my House, welcome and dear.”Then answer made Tripusha: “We have seenThat sacred Master, Princess! we have bowedBefore his feet; for who was lost a PrinceIs found a greater than the King of kings.Under the Bõdhi-tree by Phalgu’s bankThat which shall save the world hath late been wroughtBy him — the Friend of all, the Prince of all —Thine most, High Lady! from whose tears men winThe comfort of this Word the Master speaks.Lo! he is well, as one beyond all ills,Uplifted as a god from earthly woes,163Shining with risen Truth, golden and clear,Moreover as he entereth town by town,Preaching those noble ways which lead to peace,The hearts of men follow his path as leavesTroop to the wind or sheep draw after oneWho knows the pastures.We ourselves have heardBy Gaya in the green Tchãrnika groveThose wondrous lips and done them reverence:He cometh hither ere the fi rst rains fall.”Thus spake he, and Yas‘dhara, for joy,Scarce mastered breath to answer, “Be it wellNow and at all times with ye, worthy friends,Who bring good tidings; but of this great thingWist ye how it befell?Then Bhalluk toldSuch as the people of the valleys knewOf that dread night of confl ict, when the airDarkened with fi endish shadows, and the earthQuaked, and the waters swelled with Mara’s wrath.Also how gloriously that morning brokeRadiant with rising hopes for man, and how164The Lord was found rejoicing ’neath his Tree.But many days the burden of release —To be escaped beyond all storms of doubt,Safe on Truth’s shore — lay, spake he, on that heartA golden load; for how shall men — Buddha mused —Who love their sins and cleave to cheats of sense,And drink of error from a thousand springs,Having no mind to see, nor strength to breakThe fl eshly snare which binds them — how should suchReceive the Twelve Nidànas and the LawRedeeming all, yet strange to profi t by,As the caged bird oft shuns its opened door?So had we missed the helpful victoryIf, in this earth without a refuge, Buddha,Winning the way had deemed it all too hardFor mortal feet, and passed, none following him.Yet pondered the compassion of our Lord,But in that hour there range a voice as sharpAs cry of travail, so as if the earthMoaned in birth-throe “Nasyami aham bhåNasyati l‘ka!”Surely I am lost,I and my creatures: then a pause, and nextA pleading sigh born on the western wind,“Sruyatàm dharma, Bhagwat!” Oh Supreme!Let Thy Great Law Be Uttered! Whereupon165The Master cast his vision forth on fl esh,Saw who should hear and who must wait to hear,As the keen Sun gilding the lotus-lakesSeeth which buds will open to his beamsAnd which are not yet risen from their roots;Then spake, divinely smiling, “Yea! I preach!Whoso will listen let him learn the Law.”Afterwards passed he, said they, by the hillsUnto Benares, where he taught the Five,Showing how birth and death should be destroyed,And how man hath no fate except pass deeds,No Hell but what he makes, no Heaven too highFor those to reach whose passions sleep subdued.This was the fi fteenth day of VaishyaMid-afternoon, and that night was full moon.But, of the Rishis, fi rst KaundinyaOwned the Four Truths and entered on the Paths;And after him Bhadraka, Asvajit,Basava, Mahanàma; also thereWithin the Deer-park, at the feet of Buddha,Yasad the Prince with nobles fi fty-four166Hearing the blessed word our Master spakeWorshipped and followed; for there sprang up peaceAnd knowledge of a new time come for menIn all who heard, as spring the fl owers and grassWhen water sparkles through a sandy plain.These sixty — said they — did our Lord send forth,Made perfect in restraint and passion-free,To teach the Way; but the World-honoured turnedSouth from the Deer-park and IsipatanTo Yashti and King Bimbasàra’s realm,Where many days he taught; and after theseKing Bimbasàra and his folk believed,Learning the law of love and ordered life.Also he gave the Master, of free gift —Pouring forth water on the hands of Buddha —The Bamboo-Garden, named Wéluvana,Wherein are streams and caves and lovely glades;And the King set a stone there, carved with this:Yé dharma hetuppabhawáYesan hétun Tathágatõ;âha yesan cha yo nirodhõEwan wadi Maha samano.167“What life’s course and cause sustainThese Tathàgato made plain;What delivers from life’s woeThat our Lord hath made us know.”And, in that Garden — said they — there was heldA high Assembly, where the Teacher spakeWisdom and power, winning all souls which heard,So that nine hundred took the yellow robe —Such as the Master wears, — and spread his Law;And this the gáthá was wherewith he closed: —Sabba pápassa akaranan;Kusalassa upasampadá;Sa chitta pariyodapanan;Etan Budhánusásanan.“Evil swells the debts to play,Good delivers and acquits;Shun evil, follow good; hold swayOver thyself.This is the Way.”Whom, when they ended, speaking so of him,With gifts, and thanks which made the jewels dull,The Princess recompensed.“But by what road168Wendeth my Lord?” she asked; the merchants said,“Y‘jans threescore stretch from the city-wallsTo Rajagriha, whence the easy pathPasseth by Sona hither, and the hills [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]