Draupadi speaks.
Beholding noble men distrest
Ignoble men enjoying good
Thy righteous self by woe persued
Thy wicked foe by fortune blest,
Incharge the Lord of all -- the strong,
The Partial Lord with doing wrong.
His dark mysterious sovereign will
To men their several lots decrees
He favours some with wealth and ease
Some dooms to every form of ill
As puppets limbs the touch obey
Of him whose fingers hold the string
so god directs the secret springs
which all the deeds of creatures sway.
In vain those birds with springes hold
would seek to fly, so man, a thrall
Fast fettered ever lives in all
He does or thinks by God controlled
As trees from river banks are riven
And swept away when rains have swelled
The streams, so men by time impelled
To action, helpless on are driven.
God does not show for all mankind
A parents love and wise concern
But acts like one unfeeling stern
Whose eyes caprice and passion blinds.
Yudhishthira replies.
I've listened loving spouse, to thee
I've marked thy charming kind discourse
Thy phrases turned with grace to force
But know thou utterest blasphemy.
I never act to earn reward
I do what I am bound to do.
Indifferent whether fruit accrue
My duty I alone regard.
Of all the men who care profess
For virtue - love of that to speak
The unworthiest for are those who seek
To make a gain of righteousness.
Who thus to every lofty sense
of duty dead from each good act
its full return would fain extract
He forfeits every recompense.
Love duty thus for duty's sake
Not careful what return it brings
Yet doubt not, bliss from virtue springs
While woe shall sinners overtake.
By ships the perilous sea is crossed
So men on virtue's stable bark
Pass over this mundane ocean dark
and reach the blessed heavenly coast.
If holy actions bore no fruits
If self command beneficence,
Received no fitting recompense
Then men would lead the life of brutes.
Who then would knowledge toil to gain
or after noble aims aspire
over all the earth delusion dire
And darkness dense and black would reign.
But tis not so for saints of old
Well knew that every righteous deed
From God obtains its ample meed
They therefore strove pure lives to lead
As ancient sacred books have told.
The Gods for such their sovereign will
Have veiled from our too curious ken
The laws by which the deeds of men
are recompensed with good and ill.
No common mortal comprehends
the wondrous power mysterious skill
With which these lords of all fulfill
their high designs, their hidden ends.
These secret things those saints decry
Alone whose sinless life austere
For them has earned an insight clear
To which all mysteries open lie.
So let thy doubts like vapours flee
Abandon impious unbelief
And let not discontent and grief
disturb thy soul's serenity.
But study God aright to know
The highest Lord of all revere,
Whose grace on those who love him here
Will endless future bliss bestow.
Beholding noble men distrest
Ignoble men enjoying good
Thy righteous self by woe persued
Thy wicked foe by fortune blest,
Incharge the Lord of all -- the strong,
The Partial Lord with doing wrong.
His dark mysterious sovereign will
To men their several lots decrees
He favours some with wealth and ease
Some dooms to every form of ill
As puppets limbs the touch obey
Of him whose fingers hold the string
so god directs the secret springs
which all the deeds of creatures sway.
In vain those birds with springes hold
would seek to fly, so man, a thrall
Fast fettered ever lives in all
He does or thinks by God controlled
As trees from river banks are riven
And swept away when rains have swelled
The streams, so men by time impelled
To action, helpless on are driven.
God does not show for all mankind
A parents love and wise concern
But acts like one unfeeling stern
Whose eyes caprice and passion blinds.
Yudhishthira replies.
I've listened loving spouse, to thee
I've marked thy charming kind discourse
Thy phrases turned with grace to force
But know thou utterest blasphemy.
I never act to earn reward
I do what I am bound to do.
Indifferent whether fruit accrue
My duty I alone regard.
Of all the men who care profess
For virtue - love of that to speak
The unworthiest for are those who seek
To make a gain of righteousness.
Who thus to every lofty sense
of duty dead from each good act
its full return would fain extract
He forfeits every recompense.
Love duty thus for duty's sake
Not careful what return it brings
Yet doubt not, bliss from virtue springs
While woe shall sinners overtake.
By ships the perilous sea is crossed
So men on virtue's stable bark
Pass over this mundane ocean dark
and reach the blessed heavenly coast.
If holy actions bore no fruits
If self command beneficence,
Received no fitting recompense
Then men would lead the life of brutes.
Who then would knowledge toil to gain
or after noble aims aspire
over all the earth delusion dire
And darkness dense and black would reign.
But tis not so for saints of old
Well knew that every righteous deed
From God obtains its ample meed
They therefore strove pure lives to lead
As ancient sacred books have told.
The Gods for such their sovereign will
Have veiled from our too curious ken
The laws by which the deeds of men
are recompensed with good and ill.
No common mortal comprehends
the wondrous power mysterious skill
With which these lords of all fulfill
their high designs, their hidden ends.
These secret things those saints decry
Alone whose sinless life austere
For them has earned an insight clear
To which all mysteries open lie.
So let thy doubts like vapours flee
Abandon impious unbelief
And let not discontent and grief
disturb thy soul's serenity.
But study God aright to know
The highest Lord of all revere,
Whose grace on those who love him here
Will endless future bliss bestow.