Megher koler arale chalechhe Shashanka ati dhire, Ku! kul swane bahitechhe srot Nimne tatini nire. Adhek jochhana adhek andhare Shilpi manas hara Apurba rup karechhe dharan Amader ei dhara. Ashrita jata bitapi nichay Rishi ashram majhe, Shobhita dekhiya phal phul sathe Nandan ban laje. Nijer ruper doinya nehari Mastak kare nichu Bidhatar kache abhijog kari Balite parena kichhu. Sedin shubhra pulak nishai Shudhalen rishi ese Dekhe nirajane swiya patnire Prashanta bhase hese. “Ektu laban Bishwamitra Rishi hate jeche ano Kato bhalobasi sei priyatame Taki tumi nahi jano?” Shune e adesh bishmita haye Shudhalen debi dhire “Bhikarini bese jabo tar dare Anata kariya shire? Je rishi kareche banchita more Shatek putra hate Nije mata haye se shaker chhaya Bhule jabo kanmate?” Sushupta smriti jagiya uthilo Shuni Bashishtha bani Ashru purna hoiya uthilo Snigdha badan khani. “Santan shata ajike e hena Kaumudi snata rate Pabitra mane bed gan kare Beraita ek sathe. Mor bedagya brahma nishtha Shatek tanaye dhare Pathaye diyeche jei nishthur Hese Jamaraj kare. Tar dare mor laban bhikka Balo e adesh kena? Ki karane prabhu ei byathi prane Nithur agya hena?“ Jyotite puma hoiya uthilo Rishir anan khani Parabar sama hriday haite Shudhu e koiti bani. Nisrita halo, “Rajarshi jeno Priya mor chirakal.” “Tai jadi hoi ekti kathai Mite jeto janjhal. More o shatek santan hate Banchita hate ar Hotana kakhano ohe priyatama Karunar parabar!” Apurba rup karilo dharan Rishir adhar khani Bhalobasi bale balinai taha Balen se mahagyani. “Brahma rishi je paribe je hate Asha mor ajo ache, Jibaner majhe barek bani Shunite amar kache. Ek mane base dibase nishite Ache se je dhyane rata Ogo priyatama janona je taha Keman kathor brata.” Pagaler sama khubdha hoiya Bishwamitra aj Chariyache sab apanar jato Tapascharjya kaj. Bashishtheri pran nashibare Tarabari niye hate Asthir bhabe Bishwamitra Bahir halen rate. Kutirer pashe daraye khanek Shuni Bashishtha bani Lajjai rishi atidrutagati Swiya mastak khani. Anata karen mahan rishir Jugal dharan tale Sahaj saral bhakter sama Kathati nahika bale. Bashishtha Deb apanar hate Loiya tahake tule Brahmarshi bale shudhalen tar Purber smriti bhule. Khamar jogya nahi bale rishi Muchiya ashrudhar Udar rishir charan kamale Pranamila barbar. “Sukh dukh ar man apaman Bhuliya karecho labh Ohe rajarshi aji shubha rate Brahma rishir bhab.” Bashishtha mukhe ei bani shune Deba banchita shikkha Karilo jachna sei rishi raj Brahma gyaner dikkha. “Ananta Deb diben tomai Sei amulya dhan Shikkha dikkha shakti sahas Jaha kichu prayojan.” Upanita haye Ananta kache Kahilen rishi raj “Kripa kare prabhu dikkha amai Pradan karun aj.“ “Ogo maharshi dikkha tomai Pradan karite pari, Paro jadi tumi rakhite e dhara Jabe dibo ami chari.” Abhimani rishi Ananta Debe Kahilen smita hese “Kichu bhoi nai dharite paribo Rakhun e shir deshe.” Ananta Deb chere dilo jabe Kahilen rishi twara “Mor tapa bale nimesher maje Drita hok ei dhara.” Kono mate mahi nahi halo sthir Shunye ghuriya pare Teman shakti chilona tahar Bishwe rakhite dhare. “Sadhu sajjan jogi muni rishi Punya baner kache Giyecho ki tumi kono din rishi Ei jibaner majhe?” “Sei saubhagya hoi nai kabhu Tabe ajo mane ache Shudhu kichu kal chhilam sedin Bashishtha Deb kache.” “He rishi prachin se punya phal Karogo pradan twara Ta na hale jeno shanta kakhano Habena basundhara.” “Sadhu sanger phalti ebar Karchi pradan prabhu Ki karite ar pari ami balo Shanto na hale tabu?” Dhire ati dhire shanta haile Mahir chalar gati Sei abhilash puma karite Ananta Deb prati. Puna phire ese jachna karilo Nirbodh rishi raj Birakta haye Ananta bale, “Nai ki tomar laj?” “Ei sthan hate he abodh rishi Ekhani chaliya jao Bashishtha rishi guru deb tabo Sharan tahan nao. Jar sathe mishe abanir bhar Bahite perecho tumi Dikkha ekhan jachna karoge Tahar charan chumi.” Krodhe khobhe dukhe phire ese purna Bashishtha Deb kache Brahma gyaner anata badane Sei rajarshi jache. “Aspriha mor purna karite Pratobindane prabhu Tapascharjya kariyachi jeno E chalana kena tabu.” “Ogo priyatama jasher garima Man ar apaman Bhulegecho tumi tai toma aj Ditechi brahma gyan. Age jadi pete kakano tomar Haito na pratyoy Ekhan ditechi sei mahagyan Nai ar kono bhoy.” Sanga phalei pritthi dharan Jaha aj upakatha Ek kale chhilo moder deshe Teman bichitrata. Jogi muni rishi sadhu sajjan Eman khamar phal Jar bale chilo moder bharat Pabitra ujjwal. Debalok hate asiteche purna Teman mahan rishi Jader prabhabe se rishir prabha Dhulai jaibe mishi.
Slowly the queen of astral virgins moves Across the giant embrace of teeming clouds. Below, the runnel meanders murmuring high. The panorama of the moonlit gloom Captures the hearts of the lovers of beauty’s core. Our earth’s splendour and delight now grow sublime. The trance that guides Vasishtha’s fire-pure hut Is far beyond all mortals’ straining view. No equal his trees and buds and flowers have. The flood of their torrent magnificence compels Eden to bow to them with all its lustre. A dart of sombre pangs tortures its heart. It cries aloud, “O Lord! Behold my balk. My pride is broken, I am now a piteous thing.” Quintessence of deep peace in his sage eyes, With a dawning smile Vasishtha in silence commands, “Arundhati! Some salt from the mighty sage Vishwamitra I desire, therefore, speed forth.” “Thy words break all my body, I see my doom. Sorrows of the whole world within me rage. Alas! No soul to soothe my woeful heart. It was Vishwamitra, the cruel king, Who slaughtered my hundred sons of endless knowing. My children’s spirit-stirring hymnal song I hear no longer; alack! My heart no more Feels now their calm and joy of the Spirit’s gaze. Thou art, my Lord, the root of my bosom’s pangs. For thee have passed beyond the eternal bars Those hero-fires sprung out of my flesh. Why stayed thy voice back from the saving words ‘Vishwamitra, truly the greatest sage’?” Through the deep of night Vasishtha unveiled the truth. “My love for him is boundless, Arundhati. Infinite sparks of bounty within me burn. The knowledge supreme he has still to con: O then How can I falsely title him Brahman-rapt? To be the seer divine his bosom craves. Unique his high aspiration’s fiery wings.” Flushed quivering with tempest-ire had come Vishwamitra, unbeheld, to the sage’s cote. “The time is ripe, I must slay him, if he still Pronounce me not the God-omniscient sage.” Suddenly a vision revealing flashed through his mind As he heard the matchless seer’s bounteous words. Down he fell and kissed the Master’s hallowed feet. “Arise, O king of all the seers, arise.” “Alas! My sire, shame not this mortal self. The titan eyes of my naked cruelties Deserve not, I know well, thy pardon divine.” From vastness-stilled summit Vasishtha spoke, “What urgent need impels thy advent rare?” The doleful voice of Vishwamitra broke, “My heart now flames to own Brahman, the One. My bosom’s Lord, fulfil my white desire.” “Speed thou to Ananta—the eternal Snake, The endless upbearer of this created sphere. Doubt not my love shall ever harbour thy soul.” “O Lord Ananta! Thy grace sublime I invoke. Reveal the sunlit path to know the One.” “Vishwamitra, that stupendous power I have. But ere I fulfil thy choice, thy strength divine I needs must weigh. Become thou now all ears. Seest thou the earth’s globe?—that whole vast is mine! If thy strength is sure to hold its mighty weight To thee I shall give the knowledge of the Sole.” The proud sage-king replied, “Upon my head Leave all: I shall bear the earth’s gigantic load.” Lo! He was sunk in disaster’s greatest gulf. Alas! Too fast the globe moved round his sense, The ceaseless terror tortured his living veins. No volcano-will could calm the universe, A tenebrous void before his mere man’s form. But Ananta smiled and spoke: “Thou hast known at last The measure of thy might. Hear me, O sage! Use for thy strength the fruits of the company Of sacred souls if any such thou knewest. Call to thy aid at once the memory Of their high mood. Away from thee shall pass Danger.” In a twinkling Vasishtha’s giant name Broke on his mind. Ananta’s high command He carried out. All silent was the earth. Tranquillity was in flood within its heart. “O Lord Ananta! Now fulfil my quest.” “O reckless fool! Vasishtha’s bounty implore. None on this earth but he can meet thy hunger. The enormous power of his diamond presence Saved thee from perilous juncture and strengthened thy heart To bear the colossal earth, O unseeing soul! Go pray his haven, the time is fleeting fast.” He came again to high Vasishtha’s hut. How base his doom no soul on earth can dream. “O Master, I beg of thee, by thy feet august, Drive me not from thy door this time, I pray.” “Thy eagle-high aspiration clasps the Crown. Vishwamitra, to thee I give victory. Envy and pride could veil thy mind, and so The knowledge supreme I gave thee not before. Thy humble mind and brave heart win it now.” What is chimera’s mist or miracle today Was the immaculate truth divine of yore. Immeasurable by our human thought Was regal Vasishtha’s presence and bright power. But from Above yet greater souls unmatched Over our Ind imperishably shall lean. The might of seers antique shall fade away Before the souls to come with Light new-born; And she shall sit on splendour’s throne in the world.