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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The God And The Bayadere - An Indian Legend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MAHADEVA, Lord of earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For the sixth time comes below,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a man of mortal birth,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Like him, feeling joy and woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hither loves he to repair,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And his power behind to leave;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If to punish or to spare,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Men as man he'd fain perceive.<br>And when he the town as a trav'ller hath seen,<br>Observing the mighty, regarding the mean,<br>He quits it, to go on his journey, at eve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He was leaving now the place,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When an outcast met his eyes,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair in form, with painted face,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where some straggling dwellings rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Maiden, hail!&quot;--&quot;Thanks! welcome here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Stay!--I'll join thee in the road.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Who art thou?&quot;--&quot;A Bayadere,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And this house is love's abode.&quot;<br>The cymbal she hastens to play for the dance,<br>Well skill'd in its mazes the sight to entrance,<br>Then by her with grace is the nosegay bestow'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she draws him, as in play,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O'er the threshold eagerly:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Beauteous stranger, light as day</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou shalt soon this cottage see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll refresh thee, if thou'rt tired,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And will bathe thy weary feet;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take whate'er by thee's desired,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Toying, rest, or rapture sweet.&quot;--<br>She busily seeks his feign'd suff'rings to ease;<br>Then smiles the Immortal; with pleasure he sees<br>That with kindness a heart so corrupted can beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And he makes her act the part</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of a slave; he's straight obey'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What at first had been but art,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Soon is nature in the maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By degrees the fruit we find,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where the buds at first obtain;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When obedience fills the mind,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Love will never far remain.<br>But sharper and sharper the maiden to prove,<br>The Discerner of all things below and above,<br>Feigns pleasure, and horror, and maddening pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And her painted cheeks he kisses,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And his vows her heart enthrall;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feeling love's sharp pangs and blisses,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Soon her tears begin to fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At his feet she now must sink,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not with thoughts of lust or gain,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her slender members shrink,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And devoid of power remain.<br>And so the bright hours with gladness prepare<br>Their dark, pleasing veil of a texture so fair,<br>And over the couch softly, tranquilly reign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Late she falls asleep, thus bless'd,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Early wakes, her slumbers fled,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she finds the much-loved guest</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On her bosom lying dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Screaming falls she on him there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But, alas, too late to save!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his rigid limbs they bear</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Straightway to their fiery grave.<br>Then hears she the priests and the funeral song,<br>Then madly she runs, and she severs the throng:<br>&quot;Why press tow'rd the pile thus? Why scream thus, and rave?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then she sinks beside his bier,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And her screams through air resound:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I must seek my spouse so dear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> E'en if in the grave he's bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall those limbs of grace divine</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Fall to ashes in my sight?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine he was! Yes, only mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah, one single blissful night!&quot;<br>The priests chaunt in chorus: &quot;We bear out the old,<br>When long they've been weary, and late they've grown cold:<br>We bear out the young, too, so thoughtless and light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>&quot;To thy priests' commands give ear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This one was thy husband ne'er;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Live still as a Bayadere,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And no duty thou need'st share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To deaths silent realms from life,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> None but shades attend man's frame,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the husband, none but wife,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That is duty, that is fame.<br>Ye trumpets, your sacred lament haste to raise<br>Oh, welcome, ye gods, the bright lustre of days!<br>Oh, welcome to heaven the youth from the flame!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus increased her torments are</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By the cruel, heartless quire;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with arms outstretching far</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Leaps she on the glowing pyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the youth divine outsprings</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> From the flame with heav'nly grace,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on high his flight he wings,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> While his arms his love embrace.<br>In the sinner repentant the Godhead feels joy;<br>Immortals delight thus their might to employ.<br>Lost children to raise to a heavenly place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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 For the sixth time comes below,

As a man of mortal birth,--

 Like him, feeling joy and woe.

Hither loves he to repair,

 And his power behind to leave;

If to punish or to spare,

 Men as man he'd fain perceive.
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