1Arjuna.     This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee,     The unfolding of the Mystery Supreme     Named Adhyatman; comprehending which,     My darkness is dispelled; for now I know--     O Lotus-eyed!--whence is the birth of men,     And whence their death, and what the majesties     Of Thine immortal rule. Fain would I see,     As thou Thyself declar'st it, Sovereign Lord!     The likeness of that glory of Thy Form     Wholly revealed. O Thou Divinest One!     If this can be, if I may bear the sight,     Make Thyself visible, Lord of all prayers!     Show me Thy very self, the Eternal God!

2Krishna.     Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! I manifest for thee     Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery:     I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine,     My changeful hues, my countless forms. See! in this face of mine,     Adityas, Vasus, Rudras, Aswins, and Maruts; see     Wonders unnumbered, Indian Prince! revealed to none save thee.     Behold! this is the Universe!--Look! what is live and dead     I gather all in one--in Me! Gaze, as thy lips have said,     On GOD ETERNAL, VERY GOD! See Me! see what thou prayest!          Thou canst not!--nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest!     Therefore I give thee sense divine. Have other eyes, new light!     And, look! This is My glory, unveiled to mortal sight!

3Sanjaya.     Then, O King! the God, so saying,     Stood, to Pritha's Son displaying     All the splendour, wonder, dread     Of His vast Almighty-head.     Out of countless eyes beholding,     Out of countless mouths commanding,     Countless mystic forms enfolding     In one Form: supremely standing     Countless radiant glories wearing,     Countless heavenly weapons bearing,     Crowned with garlands of star-clusters,     Robed in garb of woven lustres,     Breathing from His perfect Presence     Breaths of every subtle essence     Of all heavenly odours; shedding     Blinding brilliance; overspreading--     Boundless, beautiful--all spaces     With His all-regarding faces;     So He showed! If there should rise     Suddenly within the skies     Sunburst of a thousand suns     Flooding earth with beams undeemed-of,     Then might be that Holy One's     Majesty and radiance dreamed of!          So did Pandu's Son behold     All this universe enfold     All its huge diversity     Into one vast shape, and be     Visible, and viewed, and blended     In one Body--subtle, splendid,     Nameless--th' All-comprehending     God of Gods, the Never-Ending     Deity!          But, sore amazed,     Thrilled, o'erfilled, dazzled, and dazed,     Arjuna knelt; and bowed his head,     And clasped his palms; and cried, and said:

4Arjuna.     Yea! I have seen! I see!     Lord! all is wrapped in Thee!     The gods are in Thy glorious frame! the creatures     Of earth, and heaven, and hell     In Thy Divine form dwell,     And in Thy countenance shine all the features          Of Brahma, sitting lone     Upon His lotus-throne;     Of saints and sages, and the serpent races     Ananta, Vasuki;     Yea! mightiest Lord! I see     Thy thousand thousand arms, and breasts, and faces,     And eyes,--on every side     Perfect, diversified;     And nowhere end of Thee, nowhere beginning,     Nowhere a centre! Shifts--     Wherever soul's gaze lifts--     Thy central Self, all-wielding, and all-winning!          Infinite King! I see     The anadem on Thee,     The club, the shell, the discus; see Thee burning     In beams insufferable,     Lighting earth, heaven, and hell     With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning          Darkness to dazzling day,     Look I whichever way;     Ah, Lord! I worship Thee, the Undivided,     The Uttermost of thought,     The Treasure-Palace wrought     To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided          To shelter Virtue's laws;     The Fount whence Life's stream draws     All waters of all rivers of all being:     The One Unborn, Unending:     Unchanging and Unblending!     With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing!          Silver of moon and gold     Of sun are glories rolled     From Thy great eyes; Thy visage, beaming tender     Throughout the stars and skies,     Doth to warm life surprise     Thy Universe. The worlds are filled with wonder          Of Thy perfections! Space     Star-sprinkled, and void place     From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound,     Hath Thee in every spot,     Thee, Thee!--Where Thou art not,     O Holy, Marvellous Form! is nowhere found!          O Mystic, Awful One!     At sight of Thee, made known,     The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee;     They fold their palms, and bow     Body, and breast, and brow,     And, whispering worship, laud and magnify Thee!          Rishis and Siddhas cry     "Hail! Highest Majesty!"     From sage and singer breaks the hymn of glory     In dulcet harmony,     Sounding the praise of Thee;     While countless companies take up the story,          Rudras, who ride the storms,     Th' Adityas' shining forms,     Vasus and Sadhyas, Viswas, Ushmapas;     Maruts, and those great Twins     The heavenly, fair, Aswins,     Gandharvas, Rakshasas, Siddhas, and Asuras,--          These see Thee, and revere     In sudden-stricken fear;     Yea! the Worlds,--seeing Thee with form stupendous,     With faces manifold,     With eyes which all behold,     Unnumbered eyes, vast arms, members tremendous,          Flanks, lit with sun and star,     Feet planted near and far,     Tushes of terror, mouths wrathful and tender;--     The Three wide Worlds before Thee     Adore, as I adore Thee,     Quake, as I quake, to witness so much splendour!          I mark Thee strike the skies     With front, in wondrous wise     Huge, rainbow-painted, glittering; and thy mouth     Opened, and orbs which see     All things, whatever be     In all Thy worlds, east, west, and north and south.          O Eyes of God! O Head!     My strength of soul is fled,     Gone is heart's force, rebuked is mind's desire!     When I behold Thee so,     With awful brows a-glow,     With burning glance, and lips lighted by fire          Fierce as those flames which shall     Consume, at close of all,     Earth, Heaven! Ah me! I see no Earth and Heaven!     Thee, Lord of Lords! I see,     Thee only-only Thee!     Now let Thy mercy unto me be given,          Thou Refuge of the World!     Lo! to the cavern hurled     Of Thy wide-opened throat, and lips white-tushed,     I see our noblest ones,     Great Dhritarashtra's sons,     Bhishma, Drona, and Karna, caught and crushed!          The Kings and Chiefs drawn in,     That gaping gorge within;     The best of both these armies torn and riven!     Between Thy jaws they lie     Mangled full bloodily,     Ground into dust and death! Like streams down-driven          With helpless haste, which go     In headlong furious flow     Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean,     So to that flaming cave     Those heroes great and brave     Pour, in unending streams, with helpless motion!          Like moths which in the night     Flutter towards a light,     Drawn to their fiery doom, flying and dying,     So to their death still throng,     Blind, dazzled, borne along     Ceaselessly, all those multitudes, wild flying!          Thou, that hast fashioned men,     Devourest them again,     One with another, great and small, alike!     The creatures whom Thou mak'st,     With flaming jaws Thou tak'st,     Lapping them up! Lord God! Thy terrors strike          From end to end of earth,     Filling life full, from birth     To death, with deadly, burning, lurid dread!     Ah, Vishnu! make me know     Why is Thy visage so?     Who art Thou, feasting thus upon Thy dead?          Who? awful Deity!     I bow myself to Thee,     Namostu Te, Devavara! Prasid!     O Mightiest Lord! rehearse     Why hast Thou face so fierce?     Whence doth this aspect horrible proceed?

5Krishna.     Thou seest Me as Time who kills,     Time who brings all to doom,     The Slayer Time, Ancient of Days, come hither to consume;     Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed,     There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! Dismayed     No longer be! Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes!     Fight for the kingdom waiting thee when thou hast vanquished those.     By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now,     Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou!     Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death     On Karna, Jyadratha; stay all their warlike breath!     'Tis I who bid them perish! Thou wilt but slay the slain;     Fight! they must fall, and thou must live, victor upon this plain!

6Sanjaya.     Hearing mighty Keshav's word,     Tremblingly that helmed Lord     Clasped his lifted palms, and--praying     Grace of Krishna--stood there, saying,     With bowed brow and accents broken,     These words, timorously spoken:

7Arjuna.     Worthily, Lord of Might!     The whole world hath delight     In Thy surpassing power, obeying Thee;     The Rakshasas, in dread     At sight of Thee, are sped     To all four quarters; and the company          Of Siddhas sound Thy name.     How should they not proclaim     Thy Majesties, Divinest, Mightiest?     Thou Brahm, than Brahma greater!     Thou Infinite Creator!     Thou God of gods, Life's Dwelling-place and Rest!          Thou, of all souls the Soul!     The Comprehending Whole!     Of being formed, and formless being the Framer;     O Utmost One! O Lord!     Older than eld, Who stored     The worlds with wealth of life! O Treasure-Claimer,          Who wottest all, and art     Wisdom Thyself! O Part     In all, and All; for all from Thee have risen     Numberless now I see     The aspects are of Thee!     Vayu Thou art, and He who keeps the prison          Of Narak, Yama dark;     And Agni's shining spark;     Varuna's waves are Thy waves. Moon and starlight     Are Thine! Prajapati     Art Thou, and 'tis to Thee     They knelt in worshipping the old world's far light,          The first of mortal men.     Again, Thou God! again     A thousand thousand times be magnified!     Honour and worship be--     Glory and praise,--to Thee     Namo, Namaste, cried on every side;          Cried here, above, below,     Uttered when Thou dost go,     Uttered where Thou dost come! Namo! we call;     Namostu! God adored!     Namostu! Nameless Lord!     Hail to Thee! Praise to Thee! Thou One in all;          For Thou art All! Yea, Thou!     Ah! if in anger now     Thou shouldst remember I did think Thee Friend,     Speaking with easy speech,     As men use each to each;     Did call Thee "Krishna," "Prince," nor comprehend          Thy hidden majesty,     The might, the awe of Thee;     Did, in my heedlessness, or in my love,     On journey, or in jest,     Or when we lay at rest,     Sitting at council, straying in the grove,          Alone, or in the throng,     Do Thee, most Holy! wrong,     Be Thy grace granted for that witless sin!     For Thou art, now I know,     Father of all below,     Of all above, of all the worlds within          Guru of Gurus; more     To reverence and adore     Than all which is adorable and high!     How, in the wide worlds three     Should any equal be?     Should any other share Thy Majesty?          Therefore, with body bent     And reverent intent,     I praise, and serve, and seek Thee, asking grace.     As father to a son,     As friend to friend, as one     Who loveth to his lover, turn Thy face          In gentleness on me!     Good is it I did see     This unknown marvel of Thy Form! But fear     Mingles with joy! Retake,     Dear Lord! for pity's sake     Thine earthly shape, which earthly eyes may bear!          Be merciful, and show     The visage that I know;     Let me regard Thee, as of yore, arrayed     With disc and forehead-gem,     With mace and anadem,     Thou that sustainest all things! Undismayed          Let me once more behold     The form I loved of old,     Thou of the thousand arms and countless eyes!     This frightened heart is fain     To see restored again     My Charioteer, in Krishna's kind disguise.

8Krishna.     Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well,     The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell,     Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold,     Which none save thou in all the years had favour to behold;     For not by Vedas cometh this, nor sacrifice, nor alms,     Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted     psalms,     That mortal eyes should bear to view the Immortal Soul unclad,     Prince of the Kurus! This was kept for thee alone! Be glad!     Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen     My terror with My glory. As I before have been     So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold!     Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old!

9Sanjaya.     These words to Arjuna spake     Vasudev, and straight did take     Back again the semblance dear     Of the well-loved charioteer;     Peace and joy it did restore     When the Prince beheld once more     Mighty BRAHMA's form and face     Clothed in Krishna's gentle grace.

10Arjuna.     Now that I see come back, Janardana!     This friendly human frame, my mind can think     Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again!

11Krishna.     Yea! it was wonderful and terrible     To view me as thou didst, dear Prince! The gods     Dread and desire continually to view!     Yet not by Vedas, nor from sacrifice,     Nor penance, nor gift-giving, nor with prayer     Shall any so behold, as thou hast seen!     Only by fullest service, perfect faith,     And uttermost surrender am I known     And seen, and entered into, Indian Prince!     Who doeth all for Me; who findeth Me     In all; adoreth always; loveth all     Which I have made, and Me, for Love's sole end     That man, Arjuna! unto Me doth wend.