Trying to gather a collection of old Sanskrift poems.. it's like they are different than Tao Te Ching
texts that I usual read..if you know of any Sanskrift poems please share them...
peace and love to you all
Yours
A Peaceful Mind
Look to this day
for it is life
the very life of life.
In its brief course lie all
the realities and truths of existence
the joy of growth
the splendor of action
the glory of power.
For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today well lived
makes every yesterday a memory
of happiness
and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day....
~ ancient Sanskrit poem ~
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Full of pious nectar in mind, words and body
Pleasing the Three Worlds by successive obligations
Always making a mountain of smallest of others virtue
By developing it in one's own heart, how many good people of such kind are there?
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All this here, is permeated by Brahman [The Supreme Soul],
whatever there is in this world.
Enjoy things by renunciation.
Do not covet others' wealth.
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Night will be over, there will be morning,
The sun will rise, lotus flower will open.
While the bee inside the lotus flower was thinking thus,
The lotus plant was uprooted by an elephant.
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Too much familiarity causes contempt. Frequent visits cause disrespect.
Queen of people residing on Malaya mountain uses sandalwood as fuel.
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Your right is to the duty only, not to the fruits thereof.
Do not act for the results of your deeds. Never be attached to not doing the duty.
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On bearing fruits, trees bend (i.e. become humble),
with new [recently] gathered water, clouds hang very low,
wealthy good men maintain non-arrogant nature,
this is the nature of benevolent persons.
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A person who passes his days without donations and enjoyments
is like a blacksmith's bellows, he breathes but does not live.
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One should not regret the past. One should not worry about the future.
Wise men act by the present time.
kāmamaya evāyaṃ puruṣa iti |
sa yathākāmo bhavati tatkratur bhavati |
yatkratur bhavati tat karma kurute |
yat karma kurute tad abhisaṃpadyate ||
English Translation of Sanskrit Quote:
You are what your deep, driving desire is
As your desire is, so is your will
As your will is, so is your deed
As your deed is, so is your destiny
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Coming together of living beings is like the pieces of wood
that come together in ocean and having come together, separate.
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Everyday the sun travels to the end of endless sky in a single wheeled chariot having seven horses controlled by serpents on an unsupported road with a charioteer having disabled foot. The actions of great people are accomplished by their inner strength, not by the means of doing it.
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Contentment is the highest gain,
Good Company the highest course,
Enquiry the highest wisdom,
and Peace the highest enjoyment.
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This couplet from the 'Neethishathakam' of Bharthrihari, extols the virtues of those who are self-respecting. Self respecting persons have only two place to adorn; either top or attain a nameless state. They simply don't fit in every places. They carve out a niche for themselves. Otherwise they simply vanish from this world without making much ado. It is simply not in their blood to make compromises.
The poet rightly likens them to a bunch of flowers. They should either remain on top of someone's head, keeping themselves high, apart from adorning the head that bears it. They don't settle for a lesser state. If they cannot attain this envious state, they prefer simply to wilt away in a forest shrub, unnoticed by anyone.
This is said as and advice for those who, without aware of their high-status, make compromises for all and sundry gains. It is really not worthy of their status. Look at the beauty of the simile the poet has chosen; simple yet potent
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There is no letter which doesn't have charm (curative property).
There is no root which doesn't have medicinal property.
There is no man who is not able.
Rare is a person who knows its proper application.
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A fool is worshipped at his home.
A chief is worshipped in his town.
A king is worshipped in his kigdom.
A knowledgable person is worshipped everywhere.
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Not all that is old, is good;
Not all that is new, is bad;
After examining wise men know the difference;
Dull-witted are lead by somebody else's intelligence.
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Not the donation of land, Not the donation of gold,
Not the donation of cows, Not even the donation of food,
Donation of water is called greatest of all donations in this world.
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Where women are worshipped, goddesses dwell.
Where they are not worshipped, all actions are fruitless.
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Of a person who has no money & a little intellect,
all his actions get destroyed like a small river in summer.
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It cannot be stolen by a thief.
It cannot taken away by a King.
It cannot be divided among brothers.
It does not cause load. It always increses when spent.
The wealth of knowledge is the greatest of all wealths.
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Even when instigated by others,
the mind of a pious person never hesitates (to take the right decision).
It is not possible to heat the water of ocean by a torch of dried grass.
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Work gets completed by efforts, not by thinking only.
Deer do not enter into the mouth of sleeping lion.
(He has to actively hunt them.)
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Look well to this day
For it is life
The very best of life.
In its brief course lie all
The realities and truths of existence,
The joy of growth, the splendour of action,
The glory of power.
For yesterday is but a memory.
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today well lived
Makes every yesterday a memory of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore to this day.
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Bhartrhari
Of what use is the poet's poem,
Of what use is the bowman's dart,
Unless another's senses reel
When it sticks quivering in the heart?
"Do not go", I could say; but this is inauspicious
"All right go" is a loveless thing to say.
"Stay with me" is imperious. "Do as you wish" suggests
Cold indifference. And if I say I will die
When you are gone", you might or might not believe me.
Teach me my husband, what I ought to say
When you go away.
Her face is not the moon, nor are her eyes
Twin lotuses, nor are her arms pure gold:
She's flesh and bone. What lies the poets told!
Ah, but we love her, we believe the lies.
You are pale, friend moon, and do not sleep at night,
And day by day you waste away.
Can it be that you also
Think only of her as I do?
Destiny surely is unjust.
The bees it has decreed,
Shall feast on lotus-honey and sweet pollen-dust.
On water-weed
The geese must
Feed.
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Philosphers are surely wrong to say
That attibutes in substance must inhere.
Her beauty burns my heart; yet I am here,
And she is far away.
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A poet who has not tasted grief
Can mourn in fiction, and command belief.
A man who mourns in truth has no such art
To find words for a broken heart.
When he saw her,
He was struck by the arrows of love.
Nor could he save himself by shutting his eyes:
For he was a young man of an enquiring mind.
And so he was forced to examine the problem
In greater detail
Of how the Creator
Had come to make
A figure like hers.
Moonlight face,
Flower-bud hand,
Nectar voice,
Rose-red lip:
Stone-hard heart
If you can look into her wide black eyes
Unmoved, observe her laughing brows and keep
Your wits about you I express surprise,
But honour you as you deserve, poor sheep.
Jayadeva
When the fever is caused by her looks and her voice,
The treatment of choice
Is a thrice-daily sip
Of her honey-sweet lip.
To avoid further harm,
And to keep the heart warm,
This follow-up treatment is known to be best:
The soothing and gentle warm touch of her breast.
(Professional secret, though_
Careful to keep it so!)
Dandin
"Go if you must," she said, " and I shall pray
That Heaven may guard you on your way;
And I shall be reborn again, I swear,
Wherever you may be, my dear."
Ramayana
Blow, wind, to where my loved one is,
Touch her, and come and touch me soon:
I'll feel her gentle touch through you
And meet her beauty in the moon.
These things are much for one who loves_
A man can live by them alone_
That she and I breathe the same air,
And the earth we tread is one.
Kalidasa
Who was artificer at her creation?
Was it the moon, bestowing its own charm?
as it the graceful month of spring, itself
Compact with love, a garden full of flowers?
That ancient saint there, sitting in his trance,
Bemused by prayers and dull theology,
Cares naught for beauty: how could he create
Such loveliness, the old religious fool.
Sudraka
"So friar, I see you have a taste for meat."
"Not that it's any good without some wine."
"You like wine too, then?" "Better when I dine
With pretty harlots." "Surely such girls eat
No end of money?" "Well, I steal you see,
Or win at dice." "A thief and gambler too?"
"Why certainly. What else is there to do?
Aren't you aware I am vowed to poverty?"
Truly, the loss of welath is no great pain.
When fate disposes, wealth begins, or ends.
Yet one heart-burning follows in its train:
The sorrow of the cooling off of friends.
Dharmakirti
When God made me, why did he then conspire
To make her beauty? If both had to be,
Why did he then make spring to wake desire?
Surely he made the spring to break
Men's hearts: but why then did he make
The mango blossom on the mango-tree?
A hundred times I learnt from my philosophy
To think no more of love, this vanity,
This dream, this source of all regret,
This emptiness.
But no philosophy can make my heart forget
Her loveliness.
If he had seen this dainty creature,
Golden as saffron in every feature,
How could a high creator bear
To part with anything so fair?
Suppose he shut his eyes? Oh, no:
How could he then have made her so?
--Which proves the universe was not created:
Buddhist philosophy is vindicated.
Though she's the girl, I am the one who's shy;
And though she walks with heavy hips, it's I
Who cannot mpve for heaviness; and she
Who is the woman: but the coward, me.
She is the one with high and swelling breast,
But I the one with weariness oppressed.
Clearly in her the causal factors lie,
But the effects in me I wonder why!
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