SANJAYA

Arjuna

Krishna

Then, O King! the God, so saying,

Stood, to Pritha’s Son displaying

All the splendor, wonder, dread

Of His vast Almighty-head.

Out of countless eyes beholding,

Out of countless mouths commanding,

Countless mystic forms enfolding

In one Form: supremely standing

Countless radiant glories wearing,

Countless heavenly weapons bearing,

Crowned with garlands of star-clusters,

Robed in garb of woven lustres,

Breathing from His perfect Presence

Breaths of all delicious essence

Of all sweetest odors; shedding

Blinding brilliance, overspreading

Boundless, beautiful—all spaces

From His all-regarding faces;

So He showed! If there should rise

Suddenly within the skies

Sunburst of a thousand suns

Flooding earth with rays undeemed-of,

Then might be that Holy One’s

Majesty and glory dreamed of!