Book I. Canto Xliv. The Descent Of Ganga Canto Xliv.: The Descent Of Gang. The Lord of life the skies regained:The fervent king a year remained With arms upraised, refusing rest While with one toe the earth he pressed, Still as a post, with sleepless eye, The air his food, his roof the sky. Tho year had past. Then Um's lord, 3b King of creation, world adored, Thus spoke to great Bhagirath: 'I Well pleased thy wish will gratify,And on my head her waves shalll fling The daughter of the Mountains ' King!He stood upon the lofty crest That crowns the Lord of Snow,And bade the river of the Blest Descend on earth below. Himlaya's child, adored of all, The haughty mandate heard, And her proud bosom, at the call, With furious wrath was stirred.Down from her channel in the skies With awful might she sped With a giant's rush, in a giant's size. On S'iva's holy head. 'He calls me,' in her wrath she cried, 'And all my flood shall sweepAnd whirl him in its whelming tide To hell's profoundest deep. He held tne river on his head, And kept her wandering, where, Dense as Himalaya's woods, were spread The tangles of his hair. p. 55 No way to earth she found, ashamed, Though long and sore she strove, Condemned, until her pride were tamed, Amid his locks to rove. There, many lengthening seasons through, The wildered river ran: Bhagirath saw it, and anew His penance dire began. Then S'iva, for the hermit's sake, Bade her long wanderings end,And sinking into Vindu's lake Her weary waves descend. From Gang, by the God set free, Seven noble rivers came;Hldin, Pvan, and she Called Nalin by name: These rolled their lucid waves along And sought the eastern side. Suchakshu, St fair and strong, And Sindhu's mighty tide-- 1 These to the region of the west With joyful waters sped: The seventh, the brightest and the best, Flowed where Bhagrath led. On S'iva's head descending first A rest the torrents found: Then down in all their might they burst And roared along the ground.On countless glittering scales the beam Of rosy morning flashed,Where flsh and dolphins through the stream Fallen and falling dashed.Then bards who chant celestial lays And nymphs of heavenly birthFlocked round upon that flow to gaze That streamed from sky and earth. The Gods themselves from every sphere, Incomparably bright,Borne in their golden cars drew near To see the wondrous sight.The cloudless sky was all aflame With the light of a hundred sunsWhere'er the shining chariots came That bore those holy ones.So flashed the air with crested snakes And fish of every hueAs when the lightning's glory breaks Through fields of summer blue.And white foam-clouds and silver spray Were wildly tossed on high,Like swans that urge their homeward way Across the autumn sky. Now ran the river calm and clear With current strong and deep: Now slowly broadened to a mere, Or scarcely seemed to creep. Now o'er a length of sandy plain Her tranquil course she held: Now rose her waves and sank again, By refluent waves repelled. So falling first on S'iva's head, Thence rushing to their earthly bed, In ceaseless fall the waters streamed, And pure with holy lustre gleamed. Then every spirit, sage, and bard, Condemned to earth by sentence hard,Pressed eagerly around the tide That S'iva's touch had sanctified. Then they whom heavenly doom had hurled, Accursed, to this lower world, Touched the pure wave, and freed from sinResought the skies and entered in And all the world was glad, whereon The glorious water flowed and shone,For sin and stain were banished thence By the sweet river's influence. First, in a car of heavenly frame, The royal saint of deathless name, Bhagrath, very glorious rode, And after him fair Gang flowed. God, sage, and bard, the chief in place Of spirits and the Nga race, Nymph, giant, fiend, in long array Sped where Bhagrath led the way;And all the hosts the flood that swim Followed the stream that followed him. Where'er the great Bhagrath led, There ever glorious Gang fled, The best of floods, the rivers' queen, Whose waters wash the wicked clean. It chanced that Jahnu, great and good, Engaged with holy offering stood;The river spread her waves around Flooding his sacrificial ground. The saint in anger marked her pride, And at one draught her stream he dried. Then God, and sage, and bard, afraid, To noble high-souled Jahnu prayed,And begged that he would kindly deem His own dear child that holy stream. Moved by their suit, he soothed their fears And loosed her waters from his ears.Hence Gang through the world is styled Both Jhnavi and Jahnu's child. Then onward still she followed fast, And reached the great sea bank at last.Thence deep below her way she made To end those rites so long delayed. The monarch reached the Ocean's side, And still behind him Gang hied.He sought the depths which open lay Where Sagar's sons had dug their way.So leading through earth's nether caves The river's purifying waves. p. 56Over his kinsmen's dust the lord His funeral libation poured. Soon as the flood their dust bedewed, Their spirits gained beatitude,And all in heavenly bodies dressed Rose to the skies' eternal rest.Then thus to King Bhagrath said Brahm, when, coming at the head Of all his bright celestial train,He saw those spirits freed from stain: 'Well done! great Prince of men, well done! Thy kinsmen bliss and heaven have won. The sons of Sagar mighty-souled, Are with the Blest, as Gods, enrolled,Long as the Ocean's flood shall stand Upon the border of the land, So long shall Sagar's sons remain, And, godlike, rank in heaven retain. Gang thine eldest child shall be. Called from thy name Bhgirath;Named also--for her waters fell From heaven and flow through earth and hell-- Tripathag, stream of the skies. Because three paths she glorifies, And, mighty King, 'tis given thee now To free thee and perform thy vow. No longer, happy Prince, delay Drink-offerings to thy kin to pay, For this the holiest Sagar sighed, But mourned the boon he sought denied. Then Ans'umn, dear Prince! although No brighter name the world could show,Strove long the heavenly flood to gain To visit earth, but strove in vain. Nor was she by the sages' peer, Blest with all virtues, most austere, Thy sire Dilipa, hither brought, Though with fierce prayers the boon he sought. But thou, O King, earned success, And won high fame which God will bless. Through thee, O victor of thy foes, On earth this heavenly Gang flows,And thou hast gained the meed divine That waits on virtue such as thine. Now in her ever holy waveThyself, O best of heroes, lave: So shalt thou, pure from every sin, The blessed fruit of merit win.Now for thy kin who died of yore The meet libations duly pour.Above the heavens I now ascend: Depart, and bliss thy steps attend.'Thus to the mighty king who broke Hie foemens' might, Lord Brahm spoke,And with his Gods around him rose To his own heaven of blest repose. The royal sage no more delayed, But, the libation duly paid,Home to his regal city hied With water cleansed and purified. There ruled he his ancestral state, Best of all men, most fortunate.And all the people joyed again In good Bhagrath's gentle reign. Rich, prosperous, and blest were they, And grief and sickness fled away. Thus, Rma, I at length have told How Gang came from heaven of old. Now, for the evening passes swift, I wish thee each auspicious gift.This story of the flood's descent Will give--for' tis most excellent-- Wealth, purity, fame, length of days, And to the skies its hearers raise.'Footnotes 54: 1b Heaven. 54: 2b Wind-Gods. 54: 3b S'iva. 55:1 The lake Vindu does not exist. Of the seven rivers here mentioned two only, the Ganges and the Sindhu or Indus, are known to geographers. Hldin means the Gladdener, Pvan the Purifier, Nalin the Lotus-Clad, and Suchakshu the Fair-eyed.
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