Indian Antiquary Vol 51

Author(s): Richard Carnac Temple, Devadatta Ramkrishna Bhandarkar
Publisher: Swati Publications

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3. His origin is not like that of the creatures of the air. Thy servant is a creation of Linga. He sticks to one. His heart does not vacillate. He penetrates the mind. He forgets his bodily qualities and worships Thee. He is, as it were, Thine oun reflection, Kudalasangama Deva.
4. If the waters of tanks, wells and rivers dry up, you will see fishes in their dry beds. You will see jewels if the ocean dries up. So, you will see the Liiga in the servants of Kudalasangama Deva, when they open their minds and speak.
C. The Environment of the Servant is Holy. 1. Lo, at his every step, there are clusters of sacred places ; at his cvery step, there are treasures and wealth. If a servant walks about, the place becomes Benares. Where he stays is a sacred place that gives salvation.
2. If a servant sleeps, it is meditation. If a servant wakes up, it is Siva-råtri. The place where he treads is holy, and what he says is divine truth. Lo, the very body of the Servant of Kudalasangama Deva is Kailas.
Stage VI : Alkya : Oneness.
A. State of Final Absorption. 1. Ah, what can I say about the bliss I feel, when my body melts, like a hailstone in water, or an image of lac in fire? The waters of my eyes have overflowed their boundaries. Oh, to whom shall I speak of the happiness of uniting with Kudalasangama Deva in oneness of mind ?
2. I know not the earth, the sky or the ten quarters. I do not understand them. They say, 'The whole universe is contained in the centre of the Linga,' but, like a hailstone, I fell into the midst of the ocean; I am overwhelmed in the happiness of the touch of the Linga; and am saying only, God,' knowing nothing whatever of duality.
BOOK-NOVICE. A CHANT OF MYSTICS AND OTHER POEMS, byl to his native land in terms that leave us in no AMEEN RIHANI. Jamos T. White & Co., New doubt as to his feeling for it. He speaks of himself York, 1921.
as the Wanderer:
I wander among the hills of alien lands In this second volume of verse by the author of
Where Nature her prerogative resigns the admirably adapted translations from the To Man; where Comfort in her shack reclines Luzumiydt of Abd'l-Ald, the title poem is placed And all the arts and sciences commands last, all the other poems" preceding it. This is . But in my soul an unusual procedure, but a perusal of the volume
The eastern billow's rollwill show the reader that the Chant of Myatics I hear the voices of my native strands. is the climax and natural ending of all that has gone My lingering eyes, a lonely hemlock Alla
With grace and splendour rising manifold; before.
Beneath her boughs the maples spread their gol.] Internal evidence shows the poem to be the work
And at her feet the silver of the rills. of a Syrian Christian who has a thorough-oven en
But in my heart intimate-knowledge of the Arab Muhammadanism
A peasant void of art of his native land, and of Islam generally, as under. Echoes the voices of my native hills. stood also in Persis and amongst the Süfts.
Land of my birth! a handful of thy nad Although his dwelling is in the United States and
Resuscitates the flower of my faith; his command of English-shall we whisper Ameri
For whatsoever the seer of science sayth, can English--perfect, he cannot get away from his
Thou art the cradle and the tomb of God; beginnings in the Near East. Perhaps he has no
And forever I behold desire to do so, for again and agaia he returns in
A vision old the beautiful lines which so distinguish this volume 1 of Beauty wooping where He once hath trod
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