Invocation
*
"Srimad-Bhagavad-Gita", English translation and commentary by Swami Swarupananda, [1909],
p. xii
Invocation *
O blessed Mother
Who showerest (upon us) the nectar of Advaita
In the form of (these) eighteen chapters!
Thou Destroyer of rebirth!
Thou loving Mother!
Thou Bhagavad-Git!
Upon Thee I meditate.
Thee, O Vysa, of lotus-eyes,
And mighty intellect,
Who hast lighted the lamp of wisdom
Filled with the oil of the Mahbhrata,
Thee we salute.
O Thou who art the Refuge
Of the (ocean-born) Lakshmi,
Thou in whose right hand is the shepherd's crook,
Who art the milker of the divine nectar of the Git,
To Thee, O Krishna, to Thee our salutation!
The Upanishads are even as the herd of cows,
The Son of the cowherd as the milker,
Prtha as the sucking-calf,
And men of purified intellect the drinkers,
Of this, the supreme nectar, the milk of the Git.
p. xiii
Thou son of Vasudeva,
Destroyer of Kamsa and Chnura,
Thou supreme bliss of Devaki,
Guru of the Worlds,
Thee, O Krishna, as God, we salute!
Of that great river of battle which the Pndavas crossed over,
Bhishma and Drona were as the high banks;
And Jayadratha as the water of the river;
The King of Gndhra the water-lily;
Shalya as the sharks, Kripa as the current;
Karna the mighty waves;
Ashvatthm and Vikarna dread water-monsters,
And Duryodhana was the very whirlpool;
But Thou, O Krishna, wast the Ferry-man!
This spotless product of the words of Vysa,
This lotus of the Mahbhrata,--
With the Bhagavad-Git as its strong sweet fragrance,
And tales of heroes as its full-blown petals,
Held ever open by the talk of Hari, of Him
Who is destroyer of the taint of Kali-Yuga;
This lotus to which come joyously
Day after day the honey-seeking souls,--
May this produce in us the highest good!
Him Whose compassion maketh the dumb man eloquent,
And the cripple to cross mountains,
Him the All-blissful Mdhava,
Do I salute!
p. xiv
To that Supreme One Who is bodied forth in Brahm,
In Varuna, in Indra, in Rudra and Maruts;
That One Whom all divine beings praise with hymns;
Him Whom the singers of Sma-Veda tell;
Him of Whose glory, sing in full choir, The Upanishads and Vedas;
Him Whom the Yogis see, with mind absorbed in perfect meditation;
Him of Whom all the hosts of Devas and Asuras
Know not the limitations,
To Him, the Supreme Good, be salutation,--
Him we salute. Him we salute. Him we salute.
Footnotes
xii:* Another rendering of the "Meditation."
"Srimad-Bhagavad-Gita", English translation and commentary by Swami Swarupananda, [1909],
p. xii
Invocation *
O blessed Mother
Who showerest (upon us) the nectar of Advaita
In the form of (these) eighteen chapters!
Thou Destroyer of rebirth!
Thou loving Mother!
Thou Bhagavad-Git!
Upon Thee I meditate.
Thee, O Vysa, of lotus-eyes,
And mighty intellect,
Who hast lighted the lamp of wisdom
Filled with the oil of the Mahbhrata,
Thee we salute.
O Thou who art the Refuge
Of the (ocean-born) Lakshmi,
Thou in whose right hand is the shepherd's crook,
Who art the milker of the divine nectar of the Git,
To Thee, O Krishna, to Thee our salutation!
The Upanishads are even as the herd of cows,
The Son of the cowherd as the milker,
Prtha as the sucking-calf,
And men of purified intellect the drinkers,
Of this, the supreme nectar, the milk of the Git.
p. xiii
Thou son of Vasudeva,
Destroyer of Kamsa and Chnura,
Thou supreme bliss of Devaki,
Guru of the Worlds,
Thee, O Krishna, as God, we salute!
Of that great river of battle which the Pndavas crossed over,
Bhishma and Drona were as the high banks;
And Jayadratha as the water of the river;
The King of Gndhra the water-lily;
Shalya as the sharks, Kripa as the current;
Karna the mighty waves;
Ashvatthm and Vikarna dread water-monsters,
And Duryodhana was the very whirlpool;
But Thou, O Krishna, wast the Ferry-man!
This spotless product of the words of Vysa,
This lotus of the Mahbhrata,--
With the Bhagavad-Git as its strong sweet fragrance,
And tales of heroes as its full-blown petals,
Held ever open by the talk of Hari, of Him
Who is destroyer of the taint of Kali-Yuga;
This lotus to which come joyously
Day after day the honey-seeking souls,--
May this produce in us the highest good!
Him Whose compassion maketh the dumb man eloquent,
And the cripple to cross mountains,
Him the All-blissful Mdhava,
Do I salute!
p. xiv
To that Supreme One Who is bodied forth in Brahm,
In Varuna, in Indra, in Rudra and Maruts;
That One Whom all divine beings praise with hymns;
Him Whom the singers of Sma-Veda tell;
Him of Whose glory, sing in full choir, The Upanishads and Vedas;
Him Whom the Yogis see, with mind absorbed in perfect meditation;
Him of Whom all the hosts of Devas and Asuras
Know not the limitations,
To Him, the Supreme Good, be salutation,--
Him we salute. Him we salute. Him we salute.
Footnotes
xii:* Another rendering of the "Meditation."
