{"id":9528,"date":"2011-04-29T06:13:36","date_gmt":"2011-04-29T05:13:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/?p=9528"},"modified":"2011-04-29T06:13:36","modified_gmt":"2011-04-29T05:13:36","slug":"more-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/?p=9528","title":{"rendered":"More Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Gautam Saha: LORD KRISHNA CLEARS THE DOUBTS OF ARJUNA <\/p>\n<p>OR<\/p>\n<p>A PRECIS OF THE SRIMAD BHAGAVAD-GITA ( based on chapter 1 and 2 only )<\/p>\n<p>Five thousand years ago, on the battlefield of Kurukshetra<br \/>\nKrsna the All Merciful Karuna Sindhu, became the charioteer of Partha<br \/>\nKrsna, the friend, philosopher and guide of Arjuna, his persona grata<br \/>\nThe Lord is therefore Parthasarthy, the charioteer of Partha  <\/p>\n<p>Arjuna wished to see who had come to the battlefield and desired to fight<br \/>\nWho were his friends or relatives who wished to test their might ?<br \/>\nWho were the warriors and soldiers who desired to be his enemies ?<br \/>\nArjuna requested Krsna to draw up his chariot between the two armies <\/p>\n<p>Arjuna saw different grades of friends, relatives, associates, juniors<br \/>\nSons, nephews, uncles, grandfathers, teachers and respectable seniors<br \/>\nSeeing them all on the battlefield, Arjuna was filled with compassion<br \/>\nHow could he aim his arrows at them and kill so many kith and kin ?<\/p>\n<p>O Govinda, even if I emerge victorious, how can I possibly be happy if I survive ?<br \/>\nWhat good are kingdoms, riches and comforts, if others are dead and I am alive ?<br \/>\nI am not prepared to kill, though I may live and enjoy material luxury<br \/>\nI would rather be killed, than be overtaken by vengeance and fury   <\/p>\n<p>Let those who are evil try to kill us for material benefit<br \/>\nThey may be ignorant, avaricious, and morally bereft<br \/>\nBut why should we, with knowledge of the sin<br \/>\nDo likewise and engage in this heinous action ? <\/p>\n<p>Alas, how strange it is that we are preparing to commit greatly sinful acts<br \/>\nDriven by the desire to enjoy royal happiness and creature comforts<br \/>\nI consider it better to let the sons of Dhrtarashtra kill me, unresisting<br \/>\nThan to raise my weapons and kill those before me, with ire and sting<\/p>\n<p>My hair is standing on end, my body is trembling<br \/>\nMy bow is slipping from my hands, my skin is burning<br \/>\nMy helmet is slipping from my head, O Madhava !<br \/>\nI shall not fight, O Keshava !   <\/p>\n<p>It is better to live this life by forsaking royal claims and by begging<br \/>\nThan to taint our hands with the blood of seniors who taught us everything<br \/>\nEven though they are greedy, they are worthy of respect<br \/>\nI shall dwell in hell if I kill them even after fair combat  <\/p>\n<p>I do not know what is my duty, and I have become weak and am in lamentation<br \/>\nI am now surrendered fully to you, O Govinda, and look to you for clear instruction<br \/>\nThis grief is drying up my senses and I will not be able to destroy it<br \/>\nEven though I might win the greatest kingdom and the chance to enjoy it <\/p>\n<p>At this, the Supreme Lord Krishna smiled and spoke thus :<br \/>\nMy friend, whilst speaking such learned words<br \/>\nYou are lamenting for what is not worthy of lamentation<br \/>\nThis weakness of heart does not belie your reputation <\/p>\n<p>Those who are wise lament neither for the living nor for the dead<br \/>\nFor never was there a time when you nor I nor any of these warriors had not existed,<br \/>\nO Arjuna, nor shall any of us ever cease to be, in any yuga, eon, or age<br \/>\nJust as the embodied soul passes in this body from childhood to adulthood to old age<\/p>\n<p>In the same way, the soul passes into another body at death<br \/>\nAs we give up old garments and put on new ones, as simple as that<br \/>\nA self realized soul is not bewildered by this transition<br \/>\nWhich is inevitable and part of the Lord\u2019s grand disposition <\/p>\n<p>Honour and dishonour, success and failure, happiness and distress,<br \/>\nAre like the passing of summer and winter, inevitable and relentless<br \/>\nThey arise from our sense perceptions, O Arjuna<br \/>\nAnd one should accept them with grace, O Partha  <\/p>\n<p>Know that which pervades the entire body having life and senses<br \/>\nIs indestructible and imperishable, and eternally conscious<br \/>\nFor the soul, there is no birth or death or time unfulfilled<br \/>\nFor one who knows this truth, the self kills not nor is ever killed <\/p>\n<p>O Partha, how can a person who knows very well<br \/>\nThat the soul is indestructible, unborn, eternal and immutable,<br \/>\nKill anyone or cause anyone else to kill ?<br \/>\nOne who is in knowledge has no will to kill <\/p>\n<p>The soul cannot be cut by any sword or weapon<br \/>\nNor dried by the wind, nor moistened by water<br \/>\nNor burnt by fire, nor aged with time<br \/>\nIt is eternal, everlasting, immutable, and sublime <\/p>\n<p>For one who has taken his birth, death is certain<br \/>\nAnd for one who has died, rebirth is equally certain<br \/>\nTherefore, in the unavoidable discharge of your duty<br \/>\nYou should not grieve for the temporary body<\/p>\n<p>As a kshatriya, it is your duty to fight on religious principle<br \/>\nDo not hesitate, O Partha, to test your mettle<br \/>\nIt does not befit you to leave the battlefield<br \/>\nLeaving your comrades in the lurch, to be mercilessly killed  <\/p>\n<p>All the great fighters and generals will speak of your infamy<br \/>\nConsider you a coward and scorn your ability<br \/>\nFor one who has been honoured, dishonour is worse than death<br \/>\nFight with determination and do your duty as an act of faith<\/p>\n<p>Raise your weapons for the sake of the fight<br \/>\nWithout looking at victory or defeat<br \/>\nHappiness or distress, loss or gain<br \/>\nIn this way, you shall never incur sin <\/p>\n<p>Yoga is working without looking for gain or loss<br \/>\nThose who are on this path are resolute in purpose<br \/>\nThose who are in yoga do not look for sense gratification<br \/>\nTo satisfy the Supreme Lord is their true determination <\/p>\n<p>Be steadfast in yoga, and perform your duty as a warrior<br \/>\nAbandon all attachment to success or failure<br \/>\nRid yourself of all fruitive work<br \/>\nFor yoga is the art of all work <\/p>\n<p>Be engaged in devotional service to the lotus feet of the Lord<br \/>\nAnd free yourself from the cycle of life and death in this material world<br \/>\nRenounce the fruits of all action<br \/>\nAnd come out of the dense forest of delusion<\/p>\n<p>You might restrict your senses from enjoyment<br \/>\nBut the senses will perpetually seek fulfillment<br \/>\nSo engage your senses in experiencing a higher taste<br \/>\nAnd thus fix your mind in divine consciousness <\/p>\n<p>Just as a boat on the water is swept away by a strong wind<br \/>\nEven one of the senses, if left uncontrolled<br \/>\nCan carry away the intelligence of a man of discriminance<br \/>\nAnd compel him to act in a manner devoid of intelligence <\/p>\n<p>A person who is not disturbed by the incessant flow of desires<br \/>\nOnly can attain peace, not the one who seeks to satisfy these desires<br \/>\nHe who has given up all desire for proprietorship and sense gratification<br \/>\nAnd false ego, he alone can attain real tranquility and imperturbation   <\/p>\n<p>This is the way of the spiritual and godly life<br \/>\nAfter attaining which one leaves behind all miseries and strife<br \/>\nBeing thus situated, even at the time of death, one can remember the Lord<br \/>\nAnd enter into Vaikuntha, the eternal spiritual kingdom of the Supreme Lord   <\/p>\n<p>THE QUALMS OF ARJUNA<\/p>\n<p>Five thousand years ago, on the battlefield of Kurukshetra<br \/>\nKrsna the All Merciful Karuna Sindhu, became the charioteer of Partha<br \/>\nKrsna, the friend, philosopher and guide of Arjuna, his persona grata<br \/>\nThe Lord is therefore Parthasarthy, the charioteer of Partha  <\/p>\n<p>Arjuna wished to see who had come to the battlefield and desired to fight<br \/>\nWho were his friends or relatives who wished to test their might ?<br \/>\nWho were the warriors and soldiers who desired to be his enemies ?<br \/>\nArjuna requested Krsna to draw up his chariot between the two armies <\/p>\n<p>Arjuna saw different grades of friends, relatives, associates, juniors<br \/>\nSons, nephews, uncles, grandfathers, teachers and respectable seniors<br \/>\nSeeing them all on the battlefield, Arjuna was filled with compassion<br \/>\nHow could he aim his arrows at them and kill so many kith and kin ?<\/p>\n<p>O Govinda, even if I emerge victorious, how can I possibly be happy if I survive ?<br \/>\nWhat good are kingdoms, riches and comforts, if others are dead and I am alive ?<br \/>\nI am not prepared to kill, though I may live and enjoy material luxury<br \/>\nI would rather be killed, than be overtaken by vengeance and fury   <\/p>\n<p>Let those who are evil try to kill us for material benefit<br \/>\nThey may be ignorant, avaricious, and morally bereft<br \/>\nBut why should we, with knowledge of the sin<br \/>\nDo likewise and engage in this heinous action ? <\/p>\n<p>Alas, how strange it is that we are preparing to commit greatly sinful acts<br \/>\nDriven by the desire to enjoy royal happiness and creature comforts<br \/>\nI consider it better to let the sons of Dhrtarashtra kill me, unresisting<br \/>\nThan to raise my weapons and kill those before me, with ire and sting<\/p>\n<p>My hair is standing on end, my body is trembling<br \/>\nMy bow is slipping from my hands, my skin is burning<br \/>\nMy helmet is slipping from my head, O Madhava !<br \/>\nI shall not fight, O Govinda !   <\/p>\n<p>LORD KRISHNA PLAYS HIS FLUTE <\/p>\n<p>Lord Krishna plays His transcendental flute<br \/>\nThe music is timeless, the melody is absolute<br \/>\nTime stands still, moments stop ticking<br \/>\nThe cows and lively calves stop frolicking  <\/p>\n<p>The blowing winds stop still<br \/>\nThe flowing waters stand still<br \/>\nThe trees pause in their lazy undulations<br \/>\nThe birds and beasts are stunned into silence <\/p>\n<p>His tunes float through the air<br \/>\nAnd mesmerize the bold and the fair<br \/>\nThey stop the householder in his tracks<br \/>\nAnd Kamsa\u2019s soldiers in their barracks <\/p>\n<p>The gopis run distraught, hither and thither<br \/>\nKnowing not which winds bear the music hither<br \/>\nThey have lost sense of themselves<br \/>\nThe time, their clothing, and everything else <\/p>\n<p>Some stop breastfeeding their babies<br \/>\nSome stop serving their families<br \/>\nSome stop looking after their children<br \/>\nThey cease all activites, of a sudden <\/p>\n<p>Why are the gopis so agitated ?<br \/>\nWhy are their bodies so dissipated ?<br \/>\nWhy are their dresses in disarray ?<br \/>\nIn the midst of their working day <\/p>\n<p>Are the melodies coming in from the East ?<br \/>\nFrom the green vales of Govardhan, sunkissed<br \/>\nOr are they wafting in from the west ?<br \/>\nThe lush meadows on the Jamuna\u2019s crest <\/p>\n<p>In everyones breast there is excitement<br \/>\nA vague uneasiness, an undefined ferment<br \/>\nThe birds stop chirping, with heads cocked<br \/>\nThe cows and the deer listen, jaws locked <\/p>\n<p>His tunes waft through the entire creation<br \/>\nFilling the air with a divine vibration<br \/>\nThey capture our minds and our hearts in full<br \/>\nHow else can one explain this intense pull ?  <\/p>\n<p>What transcendental pleasure does the Lord receive ?<br \/>\nWhat ecstatic love does He wish to give ?<br \/>\nThe wonder of creation, the universe\u2019s magnificence<br \/>\nThe infinite variety of life, the goodness of Providence <\/p>\n<p>Are all hidden inside the Lord\u2019s flute<br \/>\nIn no small measure, in total absolute<br \/>\nThe Lord sends forth His love to each and every creature<br \/>\nWithout bias or favour, that is His special feature <\/p>\n<p>He is the musician unequalled, par excellence<br \/>\nThe greatest composer, unequalled in eminence<br \/>\nThe Lord is the Pied Piper of the entire creation<br \/>\nThe Master of Divine Pleasure and Recreation ! <\/p>\n<p>THE PASTIMES OF BALKRISHNA<\/p>\n<p>When joyous sounds emanated from the chieftain Nandbaba\u2019s house<br \/>\nThe folks of Brindavan knew that a child was born to Yashoda, his spouse<br \/>\nThey flocked to the headman\u2019s home in hordes<br \/>\nWearing jewellery, large turbans and colourful clothes <\/p>\n<p>Baby Krishna had been placed in His cradle<br \/>\nCherubic, for everyone a joyous bundle<br \/>\nThe folks who had come to this place<br \/>\nEach longed to see and touch His smiling face<\/p>\n<p>Lord Shiva also came upto Nandbaba\u2019s dwelling<br \/>\nHe was most eager to see the Baby Lord smiling<br \/>\nBut seeing Him scantily dressed and covered with ash<br \/>\nThe ignorant doorkeepers turned Him away in a flash<\/p>\n<p>Lord Shiva went a little afar and sat under a tree<br \/>\nHe wondered when He could get a looksee<br \/>\nHe had come to see the Lord in His new avatar<br \/>\nNever mind that He had to travel from afar    <\/p>\n<p>The baby Krishna suddenly cried out and bawled<br \/>\nHe kicked at the cradle and would not be consoled<br \/>\nMother Yashoda and all the ladies present tried to pacify Him in vain<br \/>\nAt last they made enquiries and sent for the ash covered figure again <\/p>\n<p>When Lord Shiva came face to face with Lord Vishnu<br \/>\nHe marveled at this new \u201cleela\u201d of Lord Vishnu<br \/>\nTears of joy rolled down His ascetic face<br \/>\nThe baby Krishna smiled in cherubic innocence    <\/p>\n<p>Lord Shiva was satisfied with this touching meet<br \/>\nHe departed for Kailash, happily contented and replete<br \/>\nBaby Krishna was soothed and gurgled liveliness<br \/>\nWhile the folks gathered around in gay happiness<\/p>\n<p>The she demon Putana, dressed as a nursemaid, came to kill Baby Krishna<br \/>\nShe had killed many babies at the behest of the demon Kamsa<br \/>\nShe offered Balkrishna milk from her poison covered breast<br \/>\nThe baby Krishna happily gurgled and snuggled upto her chest <\/p>\n<p>He sucked so hard that she screamed in pain<br \/>\nBut the Lord would not let go and she screamed in vain<br \/>\nPutana fell to the ground in a deathly swoon<br \/>\nThe life was drained from her body, all too soon<br \/>\nWhen baby Krishna began to crawl on all fours<br \/>\nHe scuttled hither and thither all over the floors<br \/>\nHe crawled over the cowdung and clay<br \/>\nWhich made mother Yashoda sigh with dismay<\/p>\n<p>He would crawl upto a calf and try to stand up<br \/>\nHe would catch hold of the tail and try to pull himself up<br \/>\nThe frightened calf would run all over the place very hard<br \/>\nBalkrishna would hang on, and be dragged all over the yard  <\/p>\n<p>He would present a comic sight to Yashoda, His fond foster mother<br \/>\nWho would call all the gopis and enjoy this funny spectacle all together<br \/>\nThe Lord Balkrishna thus enjoyed His babyhood<br \/>\nFrom the simple rustic life He thus grew into childhood <\/p>\n<p>Mother Yashoda caught baby Krishna eating mud<br \/>\nShe yanked open His mouth and fainted with a thud<br \/>\nBecause she saw the entire universe within that tiny mouth<br \/>\nSomething she had scarcely known anything about<\/p>\n<p>The Supreme Lord remains always supreme<br \/>\nIn whatever physical form He appears to be<br \/>\nHe is eternal, all powerful and omniscient<br \/>\nLord Krishna as the original Narayan is omnipotent <\/p>\n<p>To understand the Lord in this glorious manifestation<br \/>\nWe need to have eyes that are anointed with devotion<br \/>\nAs stated in the Bhagavad \u2013 Gita, bhakti is the highest form of yoga<br \/>\nThe Lord is also known as Yogeshwar, the supreme master of all yoga  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gautam Saha: Five thousand years ago, on the battlefield of Kurukshetra<br \/>\nKrsna the All Merciful Karuna Sindhu, became the charioteer of Partha<br \/>\nKrsna, the friend, philosopher and guide of Arjuna, his persona grata<br \/>\nThe Lord is therefore Parthasarthy, the charioteer of Partha 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