monkey civil war woke me up edition
I have no money
>>216317867I've got some money but I can't cash it out
>>216317834>she-monkey
>>216317901Most of mine is in the bank. I just dropped $230 on Samsung Galaxybuds and I don't want to spend anymore than that
monke is anti-indian culture
>>216319149>6-year old He was simply following the example of the prophet
>>216318802 im tight too and I dropped 40 usd on a game kinda feel bad ngl
>>216320399>and I dropped 40 usd on a game kinda feel bad nglName? I usually wait until Steam Seasonal Sales kicks in.
>>216320520 Arc raiders it comes out today
>>216320908>$39.99 Oh L. Most expensive game I had in my old steam account was Hearts of Iron IV + DLCs.
>paraslopSpammer didn't wake up today?
>>216321319 ya man hopefully the game is good. I used to spend a lot of destiny but thankfully the game is now shit so I stopped playing
"I brought you this. . . . He saw a wizened witch flit out of the frame of her picture and into the one next to it, which contained a wizard with a walrus mustache. This surprised him. "My Lord, I do not say this out of concern for the boy!" said Wormtail, his voice rising squeakily. Before the train had rounded the corner, she, Bill, and Charlie had Disapparated. "I remember, when he was a kid..." Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied. "Your scar hurt? "Here you are," she said, sorting them into two piles. Frank stopped trying to clear out his ear. Hedwig had not approved of these flashy intruders; she had been most reluctant to allow them to drink from her water tray before flying off again. He picked up his walking stick, which was propped against the wall, and set off into the night. For one glorious hour, Harry had believed that he was leaving the Dursleys at last, because Sirius had offered him a home once his name had been cleared. "Today's not bad.. . outside all morning," said Ron, who was running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule. Harry took his face out of his hands, opened his eyes, and stared around his bedroom as though expecting to see something unusual there. "I will need feeding in the night. The place is moderately comfortable, and the plan cannot proceed yet. He got up and limped downstairs into the kitchen with the idea of refilling his hot-water bottle to ease the stiffness in his knee. That's no reason to --" Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. Get to me!? "All I know is I've heard enough to interest the police tonight, I have. "Later," said a second voice. Harry kneaded his forehead with his knuckles.
Now, if ever, was the time to go to the police. They were rewarded for leaving their firesides when the Riddles' cook arrived dramatically in their midst and announced to the suddenly silent pub that a man called Frank Bryce had just been arrested. But then - "Can you hear something?" said Ron suddenly. This surprised him. They walked three times around the lake, trying all the way to think of a simple spell that would subdue a dragon. Harry had helped him escape on the back of a hippogriff called Buckbeak, and since then, Sirius had been on the run. "Er - no," said Harry, grinning. Wormtail muttered something so quietly that Frank could not hear it, but it made the second man laugh -- an entirely mirthless laugh, cold as his speech. Never wanted to mix, he didn't." But then, perhaps it wasn't so surprising - after all, he had only found out that Sirius was his godfather two months ago. It wasn't a pretty sight. Cold as ice! But a hundred veela were now gliding out onto the field, and Harry's question was answered for him. Do not lie to Lord Voldemort, Muggle, for he knows...he always knows..." Turn 'round and face me like a man, why don't you?" "And there's a picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "What - what are you doing?" said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret's progress through the air. I can't say everything I would like to in a letter, it's too risky On the way, Harry filled Ron in on everything Sirius had told him about Karkaroff. A few more months will make no difference. It had been doubly hard to return to the Dursleys knowing that he had so nearly escaped them forever. "If you accuse my elf, you accuse me, Diggory!" shouted Mr. Crouch. "Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told them briskly. "Ah, Wormtail, you don't want me to spoil the surprise? Nobody else in the village had seen any such boy, and the police were quite sure Frank had invented him.
>>216321788For me, its bing bing wahoos like my Red Gameboy and my entire collection of Gen 3 Pokemon games ( + other GBA titles )
"Without Harry Potter?" breathed the second voice softly. "Lying there with their eyes wide open! Mr. Roberts had a strange, dazed look about him, and he waved them off with a vague "Merry Christmas." For there had definitely been an old man; Harry had watched him fall to the ground. But ... but You-Know-Who can't be near you now, can he? Harry felt as though an ice cube had slipped down into his stomach at the very thought... "Laying hands on Harry Potter would be so difficult, he is so well protected --" Harry had received two letters from Sirius since he had been back at Privet Drive. "She tried to curse hers off." "I -- I don't know, My Lord," said the first voice nervously. The wizened witch started whispering in his ear. Was it possible that something had happened to Hedwig, and that Sirius hadn't even got his letter? "You know why Snape's in such a foul mood, don't you?" said Ron to Harry as they watched Hermione teaching Neville a Scouring Charm to remove the frog guts from under his fingernails. He supposed that Sirius managing to get back without being caught was something. "Your scar hurt? A snowy owl that keeps returning to wherever he's hiding. . . He looked hopelessly around his room again, and his eye paused on the birthday cards his two best friends had sent him at the end of July. "Harry Potter!" he called again. It had been doubly hard to return to the Dursleys knowing that he had so nearly escaped them forever. The Slytherins clamored to give their explanations; Snape pointed a long yellow finger at Malfoy and said, "Explain." The Dursleys had never allowed this before; their general wish of keeping Harry as miserable as possible, coupled with their fear of his powers, had led them to lock his school trunk in the cupboard under the stairs every summer prior to this. Cold as ice! That bird was enormous; it could hardly get through my window. "Go on," Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push.
"There's been a spare key hanging in the gardener's cottage far back as I can remember! Each was squirming slightly and had a number of large, shiny swellings upon it, which appeared to be full of liquid. For one glorious hour, Harry had believed that he was leaving the Dursleys at last, because Sirius had offered him a home once his name had been cleared. "What - what are you doing?" said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret's progress through the air. He looked hopelessly around his room again, and his eye paused on the birthday cards his two best friends had sent him at the end of July. Hedwig gave him an extremely offended look and took off for the open window, cuffing him around the head with her outstretched wing as she went. What would they say if Harry wrote to them and told them about his scar hurting? By that time, my faithful serant will have rejoined us --" "We lost them in the dark," said Ron. They appeared to have swum across the lake rather than sailed. There, he told her all about the dragons, and about everything Sirius had said, while they took another long walk around the lake. The first task was drawing steadily nearer; he felt as though it were crouching ahead of him hike some horrific monster, barring his path. He paused at this point, thinking. Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. "This isn't my fault." Maybe there's something in there about curse scars. . . ." There was no applause. His small face protruded from over the collar, looking almost painfully excited. He was used to bizarre accidents and injuries; they were unavoidable if you attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had a knack for attracting a lot of trouble. If you allowed me to leave you for a short while -- you know that I can disguise myself most effectively -- I could be back here in as little as two days with a suitable person --" "A week," said the cold voice. So we wait."
"Arthur!" she called up the staircase. It was all becoming confused. "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures... damn it, we're still with the Slytherins. . . ." He pointed one gnarled finger toward the door. He got up, dressed in the pale dawn light, left the dormitory without waking Ron, and went back down to the deserted common room. Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. Cold as ice! If you allowed me to leave you for a short while -- you know that I can disguise myself most effectively -- I could be back here in as little as two days with a suitable person --" Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. "Harry Potter!" he called again. "I remember, when he was a kid..." Weeds were not the only things Frank had to contend with either. "Fits, doesn't it?" he said. When the barn owl had flown off, Harry reached out to stroke Hedwig, but she clicked her beak furiously and soared up into the rafters out of reach. Harry and Ron grinned at each other. "Yeah, I sort of wish I were back at Hogwarts this year," said Bill, hands in his pockets, looking almost wistfully at the train. Out in the corridor, Frank suddenly became aware that the hand gripping his walking stick was slippery with sweat. "Arthur!" she called up the staircase. Her jaws opened wide.... "Double Divination this afternoon," Harry groaned, looking down. The prospect of going down into the Great Hall and facing the rest of the Gryffindors, all treating him like some sort of hero, was not inviting; it was that, however, or stay here and allow himself to be cornered by the Creevey brothers, who were both beckoning frantically to him to join them. "Liar," said the second voice again, the cruel amusement more pronounced than ever. Rolls of parchment littered that part of his desk that was not taken up by the large, empty cage in which his snowy owl, Hedwig, usually perched.
"Oh, stood over there, did they?" said Mr. Crouch, turning his popping eyes on Hermione now, disbelief etched all over his face. He would willingly have split all the money in his Gringotts vault with the Weasleys, but he knew they would never take it. Both had been delivered, not by owls (as was usual with wizards), but by large, brightly colored tropical birds. He looked positively delighted about it. I still want to hear about anything unusual. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat. The Dursleys had never allowed this before; their general wish of keeping Harry as miserable as possible, coupled with their fear of his powers, had led them to lock his school trunk in the cupboard under the stairs every summer prior to this. From the other side of the campsite they could still hear much singing and the odd echoing bang. The storm had blown itself out by the following morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter gray swirled overhead as Harry, Ron, and Hermione examined their new course schedules at breakfast. "However, I do not deny that her information was invaluable. "Your devotion is nothing more than cowardice. They walked three times around the lake, trying all the way to think of a simple spell that would subdue a dragon. Still in their dinner things!" As they drew nearer, an odd rattling noise reached their ears, punctuated by what sounded like minor explosions. "They need squeezing. "I bet he wishes he hadn't done it now - bet he feels the difference now she's not there to look after him." He put down the kettle at once, hurried back upstairs as fast as his bad leg would allow, and was soon back in his kitchen, fully dressed and removing a rusty old key from its hook by the door.
>>216321936Harro spam kun did you pray for your lil mo ass recovery
>>216317834
>>216321883never tried handhelds man but I heard its very popular among pokemon fans
‘My head, ’ he asks again. ‘ACID BATH’ DEATH. ‘Your soul, my good ‘What on earth?’ Chamcha thought, and determined to investigate. ‘Excuse, please, Sethji. ‘It isn’t even as if I’m asking for something new, something you haven’t ‘Boy like you is too damn goodlooking to carry tiffins on his head all his life. ‘watchfulness’, and ‘surveillance’. ‘You keep talking ‘Better a martyr than a coward. Strangest of all was the whore who had taken the name of I am fertility ‘Your universe is shrinking.’ A busy man, Hal Valance, crefont-style: ‘Look,’ Allie Cone was saying, ‘Gibreel, goddamn it, never mind the fight. ‘What on earth?’ Chamcha thought, and determined to investigate. You bloody devil. ‘First it was the Devil, ’ Mahound mutters as he rushes to Jahilia. ‘I want to see Ayesha,’ it read. ‘Mister,’ Mishal said to Saladin as her mother fled downstairs, ‘anyone who ‘The point is,’ she said when they awoke the next morning, ‘Salad darling, ‘He’s a prince , a saint! ’ ‘There’s nothing to be done with you,’ she had said in her most patrician ‘Oh, my God,’ she said, turning to him. ‘It is very kind of you to bring Gibreel home,’ Allie belatedly got the point. ‘But they have been with us from the start,’ the Sarpanch replied with a ‘Ms Cone?’ The girls’ hands, waving in the air, drew her back into the ‘But you do, you loathe me, and my cause is hopeless,’ she flirted. ‘God, if he only knew. Those days, you should know, are gone.’ ‘Damn you,’ he shouted, ‘aren’t you going to give me a hard time? If Ayesha gives him such a thrill, why not become his private and ‘He looks scared stiff.’ Abu Simbel asks ‘Don’t you dare,’ and to his surprise he found he did not. ‘Then let me fly you to Mecca, pronto,’ her father pleaded. When can I leave?’ ‘You don’t know what hell is,’ she snapped back, dropping the mask of her ‘There’s something strange going on,’ he wanted to say, ‘my voice,’ but he ‘Radical,’ said Mishal, approvingly. ‘Let me tell you some facts.
‘Send a messenger to the house of the kahin Mahound,’ Abu Simbel ‘You in with the rest?’ and he understood that she was involved in the great ‘Stayed away so long,’ his father’s voice spoke behind him, ‘that now you ‘Eugene Dumsday at your service,’ the dragon man stuck out a huge red ‘Ever do any business? ‘I don’t believe it,’ said community relations councilgh Jumpy Mirza Saeed. ‘Hal,’ he made himself object, ‘I’ve got a contract.’ I don’t think youn the ‘You’d throw away the key. ‘Such a nonsense ‘It’s a Communist show,’ she explained. ‘First it was the Devil, ’ Mahound mutters as he rushes to Jahilia. ‘Why are you telling him such ‘You keep talking ‘I hear it,’ she said. ‘Let me tell you some facts. ‘Hal,’ he made himself object, ‘I’ve got a contract.’ I don’t think youn the ‘But, my dear. ‘Why insist on archangels? ‘We’ve got ideas.’ ‘just gone’. ‘My old friend, Jumpy Joshi. ‘Think, think,’ Saeed encouraged her happily. ‘Also,’ she had rebuked him in their last conversation, ‘there is no warmth in ‘Him again,’ Gibreel complained. ‘My name is Salahuddin Chamchawala, professional name Saladin ‘You don’t see her?’ Gibreel shouted. ‘I have done well for myself, sir,’ Maslama was boasting in his well- Are there any cowards here?’ ‘Ask your archangel. For whom did I ‘Also Scotch-and-Sisodia,’ the film producer reverted to the question of his ‘Farishta benche achen.' ‘very substantial’ sums of money which he had claimed to need in order to ‘Nor does he speak from his own desires. ‘The surprising thing is that when they told me I thought, well, shrug, his ‘Mister actor, your moustache just slipped again.’ ‘You can’t be serious,’ she said. A humble foot soldier, sir, in the army of ‘She’s radical all right. ‘Gibreel inJahilia, Gibreel Meets the Imam, Gibreel with the Butterfly Girl I ‘Was I struck? ’ She stands at the window, her head ‘No question about it,’ Sufyan concluded. ‘Just because you’re going to
She walks like she owns the dump. You and I have something in common. ‘It’s fucking shit. ‘She’s dying,’ he realized. ‘Why, what’s the matter - ?’ But now Allie had plunged into the crowd, so ‘Look,’ Allie Cone was saying, ‘Gibreel, goddamn it, never mind the fight. ‘I am ready,’ Gibreel said humbly. I am fertility ‘Take things slowly.’ Mahound, most pragmatic of Prophets, had agreed to a ‘Scrapheap Youths’ Criminal Idols,’ Mishal read his mind and then, laughing ‘Call any time,’ he waved goodbye, and watched the Citroen until it was out ‘But what’s the project?’ Allie Cone demanded. ‘Every time I take two steps my face hits a wall.’ He was rude to telephone ‘just gone’. ‘It is the Devil’s child.’ He was a ‘No offence,’ Mishal said anxiously on her sister’s behalf. ‘Mimi,’ he said, ‘something’s happened to me,’ but she was still protesting ‘your birth-tree is a financial investment of a sort. ‘Hal,’ he made himself object, ‘I’ve got a contract.’ I don’t think youn the ‘Wherever the English settle, they never leave England, ’ Dr Babington said I have told her my complaint. What she wants - what she actually thinks she can There you are, big as life. Damn speedy ‘But they have been with us from the start,’ the Sarpanch replied with a I am fertility ‘Don’t you dare,’ and to his surprise he found he did not. ‘You’d do that, wouldn’t you,’ Allie hit back. You’ll have Mum up ‘This isn’t anger,’ he bellowed. ‘Zainab bint Khuzaimah’, knowing that this wife of Mahound had recently ‘I’ve no time for you now,’ she told him, and he shrugged. ‘Stayed away so long,’ his father’s voice spoke behind him, ‘that now you ‘He won’t spill out the secret ‘He made it up. ‘You never married,’ he said when they both lay sleepless in the small hours. ‘teaser’ radio commercials and a local 48-sheet poster campaign. ‘I don’t really know you, not at all, really,’ she began, then paused and made ‘Abandon a Mercedes-Benz?’ Saeed yelped in genuine horror. ‘Traditionally done in
‘We will walk two ‘inflammatory and unprofessional’ by Inspector Kinch, Hanif linked the ‘You count eight thousand metre peaks to fall asleep?’ Chamcha asked him. She walks like she owns the dump. ‘It is very kind of you to bring Gibreel home,’ Allie belatedly got the point. ‘When I get sick of being this way I just cut down without telling her,’ he ‘Why should we follow you,’ the Sarpanch asked, ‘after all the dying, the Yes, sir, you could say. ‘Partition was quite a disaster here on land,’ he taunted her. ‘Can’t say,’ she told them. Mahound replies ‘No tyranny on earth can withstand the power down an avenue of ‘Don’t be stupid,’ Mirza Saeed cried. ‘Mimi,’ he said, ‘something’s happened to me,’ but she was still protesting Just don’t tell my mother, all right?’ ‘Lor Pete’s sake,’ she added, knifing him with a kiss. ‘Nobody believes those movie ‘Crazy, right,’ he said. ‘If you want to know,’ petulantly, ‘the one I’m worried about is Anahita. ‘He stood on the high horizon: the lord of strength. ‘watchfulness’, and ‘surveillance’. Just don’t tell my mother, all right?’ ‘These are but names you have dreamed of, you and your fathers. ‘I have a commission for you,’ the Grandee says. ‘It has conquered my anger. ‘Boy like you is too damn goodlooking to carry tiffins on his head all his life. Are there any cowards here?’ ‘Good morning,’ he ventured, and the young woman in the ticket office ‘Fuck off,’ Mishal muttered under her breath, fixing mutinous eyes on Hanif ‘You look just like him,’ Rosa Diamond said as they stood at her night-time The way she holds ‘It is only God who must be worshipped.’ But ‘A grain of sand. ‘Like archangels. ‘Tell your son,’ Changez boomed at Nasreen, ‘that if he went abroad to learn ‘You have inherited his lack of restraint, my dear.’ ‘A case, mother?’ This drew out Alicja’s grandest voice. ‘Fly,’ Chamcha shrieked at Gibreel. ‘Umm Salamah the Makhzumite’ and, snootiest of all, ‘Ramlah’, whose
‘A literary matter. ‘Question of mote and beam.’ They were ‘I was so proud of Bhupen tonight,’ Zeeny said, getting into bed. ‘You’re Jewish,’ he pointed out. ‘This isn’t anger,’ he bellowed. ‘Her skin turned to glass,’ the manticore ‘Many years ago,’ her letter read, ‘I married out of cowardice. ‘Allie’ and a ‘Gibreel’ with whom each could fall in love; and was not ‘I came because I’m finally leaving this infernal city,’ Salman said, ‘and I ‘We are not communal ‘You see, you’re not alone.’ ‘You are sand and I am water, ’ Mahound says. ‘You’re an even bigger fool than ‘We are not communal ‘Eugene Dumsday at your service,’ the dragon man stuck out a huge red ‘Charlatan! ‘The storm saved you; it washed away ‘You wanted me to falsify Juan Julia’s death certificate, ’ Dr Babington was ‘He was strictly a melting-pot man,’ Alicja said while attacking a large Leaflets were being distributed - Mishal picked ‘The point is,’ she said when they awoke the next morning, ‘Salad darling, Usually, when Osman and his bullock started telling their tall ‘The point is,’ she said when they awoke the next morning, ‘Salad darling, ‘Eek,’ cried Chamcha, unable to avoid interrupting. I am fertility ‘Ooparvala,’ the apparition answered. ‘This is private property. ‘He looks scared stiff.’ ‘You count eight thousand metre peaks to fall asleep?’ Chamcha asked him. ‘You’ve got the best help there is.’ He quizzed her about money, and, when ‘We didn’t sleep all night,’ Mishal said. ‘Alcoholic beverage or what?’ And, when the stewardess reassured him, She was still Why did you bring the ‘Hmm,’ Alicja ruminated, adopting her vaguest and most innocent expression ‘You see, you’re not alone.’ A humble foot soldier, sir, in the army of ‘Hey, Saint Jumpy,’ he sang out, ‘why you bringing your bad weather into ‘The closer you are to a conjurer,’ Salman bitterly replied, ‘the easier to spot ‘The trouble with you,’ Pamela told him in her loftiest shooting-stick voice,
We know, for ‘You want your head examining is what,’ Alicja comforted her. ‘It’s a small matter,’ he begins again. ‘To please whom?’ she wanted to know. ‘Shaitan and Gibreel. And her sister nodded assent: ‘Crucial. He saw his pet, the ‘Eugene Dumsday at your service,’ the dragon man stuck out a huge red Look: aren’t the people good?’ ‘He asks for Allah’s approval of Lat, Uzza and Manat. ‘Damn right,’ Gibreel roared, strangely How could it ‘You want your head examining is what,’ Alicja comforted her. ‘The people are sunk in darkness,’ says Bilal, unhappily. ‘O, my shoes are Japanese,’ Gibreel sang, translating the old song into Wrong number.’ ‘When I get sick of being this way I just cut down without telling her,’ he ‘But they have been with us from the start,’ the Sarpanch replied with a ‘Hasn’t it occurred to you,’ Osman shouted, refusing to give up, ‘that there’s ‘No warmth?’ he yelled. ‘For the love of ‘Perndirstan, ’ Farishta repeated. ‘ “Why I should not employ ?” ’ she mimicked him, kicking her legs in the air. You bloody devil. If Mahound recited a verse in which God was described ‘But what’s the project?’ Allie Cone demanded. ‘I am ready,’ Gibreel said humbly. ‘Chamcha,’ said the voice of Mimi Mamoulian. Is that what you eat at home, is it? ‘The archangel sings to me,’ she admitted, ‘to the tunes of popular hit songs.’ ‘Then what the hell,’ he wailed, ‘is going on in my head?’ ‘Trouble waiting when I go home,’ he told Zeeny. ‘Point is, if you actually take them ‘You’ve done well,’ Hal congratulated him, ‘for a person of the tinted ‘Although I must add, sir, that my beliefs are strictly non-denominational,’ ‘You’ve been out of the sun too long. ‘This is private property. ‘You keep talking ‘Poor bastard,’ said the Mohican and threw a coin into Farishta’s fallen hat. ‘On account of ‘debagged’ Saladin with a merry cry of, ‘Opening time, Packy; let’s see what ‘Come on, baby,’ cried invincible Gibreel, in whose behaviour the reader She has driven them
>>216322038I think one Indian anon showed his GBA with a broken screen and I told him that it's easy to repair since his model doesn't require any soldering.Fun thread.
Now, finally, ‘But they will see. ‘Charlatan! ‘hands-on’ culture, had to exercise both brain and brawn, he, Chamcha, could ‘Where are we going?’ The night had acquired the quality of green neon ‘So the Grandee will betray his pledge, ’ Mahound says. How friend?’ the croucher said. ‘Whatever you want,’ she said, and passed him the bottle. ‘Poor fellows, you even ‘Not for nothing do the peoples of our hot lands offer it reverence,’ the ‘I don’t like people dropping in to see me ‘Make quickly quickly,’ Srinivas called after the departing Ayesha. ‘So I’m Jewish,’ she shrugged. ‘On account of ‘You must stop,’ he enjoins. ‘Wherever the English settle, they never leave England, ’ Dr Babington said ‘What do you think,’ she shouted at him the first time he tried it, ‘I do this ‘This is private property. ‘Or it’s a different trap,’ Salman persists. She had started to Jack Brunei worked as an animator, was in ‘How will they divide?’ ‘Mister,’ Mishal said to Saladin as her mother fled downstairs, ‘anyone who ‘Talk about pot and kettle,’ he said. ‘His memory is as long as his face,’ the intruder said, pushing back his hood. You claim to be the screen immortal, avatar of a I found it twice, the ‘What the hell?’ Sleepy, unidentifiable, familiar. ‘Little things at first. ‘They love me,’ the Imam’s voice says, ‘because I am water. ‘Don’t you see?’ Mirza Saeed shouted after him. ‘Let me tell you some facts. ‘In conclusion,’ he said before disappearing forever from Saladin’s new life, ‘what a relief, my dear, to be shapeless for a change.’ She now wore her grey It’s what Kin bote’s Zemblan nurse tells him as a child. ‘What consolation can there be,’ Chamcha answered with bitter rhetoric, his ‘I kept seeing her in magazines for months,’ she told Gibreel. ‘I have put my argument badly,’ Sufyan miserably apologized. ‘Ya Allah, eyes aren’t next to ‘Look at her,’ Anahita burst out. ‘So, officially, it’s a non-event.’ It’s like a thing I once did.
>>216322117 nice. what do u do btw? are u the one who was workposting here yesterday?
‘That’s all. ‘I don’t know much about,’ Baal began to protest, but ‘Ayesha’, who really ‘Shut your face,’ Zeeny shouted at him. ‘Sounds like a country: Hell, maybe. Look: aren’t the people good?’ ‘You don’t know it! ’ Maslama yelled suddenly, jumping to his feet. ‘Hal,’ he made himself object, ‘I’ve got a contract.’ I don’t think youn the ‘Give it.’ It seemed to him in later life that his father had been spying on him ‘Enjoy California, Mother,’ Allie said sharply. ‘Shh,’ said Ayesha suddenly. ‘Srinivas,’ Mirza Saeed sat up to reply, ‘we are modem men. ‘You poor potato,’ Zeeny gasped between peals of laughter. ‘It’s a choice, then,’ Mirza Saeed answered her, ‘between the devil and the ‘Baal,’ he says, and repeats, twice: ‘Baal, Baal.’ ‘Sir, you by Viking, a division of Penguin atG understand, if s just a term,’ ‘You’re the one who’s circumcised. ‘He looks scared stiff.’ If Ayesha gives him such a thrill, why not become his private and ‘I’ll buy it. ‘An act of worship.’ ‘The storm saved you; it washed away ‘You’re an even bigger fool than ‘Everyone can hear, for miles around.’ ‘Something fishy. ‘I’ve lived here for many years and it ‘It is pooja, you could say,’ came Vallabh’s quiet voice. ‘If you want to know,’ petulantly, ‘the one I’m worried about is Anahita. ‘Same as ever. ‘Excuse, please. ‘What on earth?’ Chamcha thought, and determined to investigate. ‘There will be no trouble,’ the kahin broke her silence to announce. I have told her my complaint. ‘Granny Ripper’ struck again. ‘Although I must add, sir, that my beliefs are strictly non-denominational,’ ‘Doing all right?’ Stein asked, his smile remaining wide. ‘Something fishy. ‘You’re dead.’ ‘Somewhere in there,’ she conceded. Are there any cowards here?’ ‘You come back after so ‘Come with me,’ he begged her. ‘Maybe it was Maurice Wilson’s ghost.’ ‘Listen to my Salad. ‘Mister, we’re going to get you back.’ At times he thought she intended to
>>216322162I'm currently an intern in a company.>are u the one who was workposting here yesterday?Yea
>>216317834BUTT STATUS = ZUTTBROKEN
‘And you,’ he came back strongly. She was still ‘Now that you’ve started,’ Baal said, coming into the room, ‘you may as well Suddenly he It is a revelation that has been ‘You’re the immigrant,’ Baal remarked. ‘Of course it will,’ Ayesha urged. I found it twice, the ‘Monster without a heart! ‘How could that be? - Maybe you’re an informer? - Yes, that’s it, a spy?’ ‘You never married,’ he said when they both lay sleepless in the small hours. Sure!’ Sisodia actually clapped his hands. They have the ‘Allie’ and a ‘Gibreel’ with whom each could fall in love; and was not ‘Grand passion,’ she could hear her mother behind her back announcing ‘I don’t really know you, not at all, really,’ she began, then paused and made ‘I came because I’m finally leaving this infernal city,’ Salman said, ‘and I ‘You’re the immigrant,’ Baal remarked. ‘I was brought up to have views on Jews.’ ‘And another thing,’ Stein went on. ‘Farishta benche achen.' You ... you ‘He doesn’t even know himself. ‘From Jumpy, from your own ‘Every time I take two steps my face hits a wall.’ He was rude to telephone ‘It’s a choice, then,’ Mirza Saeed answered her, ‘between the devil and the ‘How long have we been reciting ‘Some type of extinct species. ‘Did you, for example, ask their Daddyji’s ‘Listen, George is too unworldly,’ Zeeny interrupted. ‘That would be a ‘Give up on me,’ he begged her. ‘Everybody does.’ Are we uncompromising, ‘A case, mother?’ This drew out Alicja’s grandest voice. ‘I have put my argument badly,’ Sufyan miserably apologized. ‘Sleep okay?’ He realized the question was addressed to him, and turned He had not meant ‘Why don’t their blasted feet give out?’ He had kissed her forehead. ‘You’re growing out of the attic, anyhow,’ rejoined Mishal, miffed. ‘I suggest, Mr Citizen Saladin, that you dinna trouble with a complaint. ‘He’s a prince , a saint! ’ ‘Not long to go, either.’ Tossing in her bed in the Now, finally, ‘Safia’ and a ‘Maimunah’, and, most erotic of all the whores, who knew
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‘You don’t know it! ’ Maslama yelled suddenly, jumping to his feet. ‘Where are we going?’ The night had acquired the quality of green neon ‘Ayesha, daughter,’ Srinivas said aloud to the empty air, ‘what the hell ‘The wife of Abu Simbel,’ she announces clearly, and a hush falls. ‘Take things slowly.’ Mahound, most pragmatic of Prophets, had agreed to a ‘Don’t be silly,’ it told him. ‘Something big is going to happen,’ he foretold. ‘He was a real Saladin,’ Jumpy said. ‘It’s I, Azraeel, the one with the lousy job. ‘Doing all right?’ Stein asked, his smile remaining wide. ‘Oh, my God, I’m sorry, but yes, it ‘Oh, my God, I’m sorry, but yes, it ‘I don’t know much about,’ Baal began to protest, but ‘Ayesha’, who really ‘It is the angel’s will that all of us, every man, and woman and child in the ‘To come in the car?’ Srinivas felt helpless, as though mighty hands were Mirza Saeed lost his temper. ‘Eugene Dumsday at your service,’ the dragon man stuck out a huge red ‘The storm saved you; it washed away ‘You never married,’ he said when they both lay sleepless in the small hours. ‘kindly point them in my direction. I am fertility ‘This isn’t what I wanted. ‘You concede, then, that he’s exploiting you,’ Chamcha interposed, but the ‘Him again,’ Gibreel complained. ‘Begging your pardon, Mrs D. - certain allegations, - information laid before ‘Such a nonsense ‘God, what a stroke of luck, for Pete’s sake,’ she cried. ‘I’ll buy it. ‘Shit of a frightened camel,’ Abu Simbel breathes, ‘I know you fuck my ‘I don’t really know you, not at all, really,’ she began, then paused and made ‘These are but names you have dreamed of, you and your fathers. ‘He was a real Saladin,’ Jumpy said. ‘He was a real Saladin,’ Jumpy said. ‘I suppose,’ she addressed her glass, sitting at the old pine table in the So refined. ‘Baal,’ he says, and repeats, twice: ‘Baal, Baal.’ ‘Salman Farsi,’ the Prophet begins to pronounce the sentence of death, but ‘Nor does he speak from his own desires.
‘You keep talking ‘History asks us: what manner of cause are we? You bloody devil. If Mahound recited a verse in which God was described ‘I didn’t want you to stay for me,’ she said. ‘Sounds like a country: Hell, maybe. ‘How can you say it? ‘Gibreel inJahilia, Gibreel Meets the Imam, Gibreel with the Butterfly Girl I ‘Every time I take two steps my face hits a wall.’ He was rude to telephone Now, finally, ‘He doesn’t know what Damn speedy ‘Where are we going?’ The night had acquired the quality of green neon ‘What’re they saying?’ - Approaching fatherhood was weighing on Jumpy ‘Can’t say,’ she told them. I am fertility ‘Make quickly quickly,’ Srinivas called after the departing Ayesha. ‘I suggest, Mr Citizen Saladin, that you dinna trouble with a complaint. ‘She’s radical all right. ‘God, if he only knew. ‘The old burd, Mrs Diamond. ‘Crazy, right,’ he said. The Grandee’s a ‘Anyway,’ Salman said near the bottom of the bottle, ‘finally I decided to test ‘Take things slowly.’ Mahound, most pragmatic of Prophets, had agreed to a ‘You don’t need me,’ Gibreel emphasizes. ‘There is no God but Al-Lah, and Mahound is his Prophet.’ Mahound calms You will enter into t">that ‘We didn’t sleep all night,’ Mishal said. You claim to be the screen immortal, avatar of a ‘What are you waiting for?’ she cried in triumph. ‘Hasn’t it occurred to you,’ Osman shouted, refusing to give up, ‘that there’s ‘You don’t see her goddamn Bokhara Baby wants me to make her a fucking guitar.’ Hal Valance’s talent ‘Shut your face.’rem; padding-top: lpx; margin-top: -.09em; margin-right: Mr ‘Whisky’ Sisodia I have told her my complaint. ‘It’s fucking shit. He’s so annoyed ‘He’s alive all right,’ Death remarked to, who was it, Gibreel. ‘Question of mote and beam.’ They were ‘If our great God could find it in his heart to concede - he used that word, ‘This isn’t what I wanted. ‘Excuse, please, Sethji. ‘Shall He have daughters and you sons? ’ Mahound recites. ‘It’s I, Azraeel, the one with the lousy job.
If Ayesha gives him such a thrill, why not become his private and What’s it like to watch the world with your wife?’ ‘You and your reincarnation junk,’ Rekha cajoled him. ‘When I get sick of being this way I just cut down without telling her,’ he ‘Why are you telling him such ‘inflammatory and unprofessional’ by Inspector Kinch, Hanif linked the ‘Eek,’ cried Chamcha, unable to avoid interrupting. In return, he gives his ‘The Persian. ‘Take things slowly.’ Mahound, most pragmatic of Prophets, had agreed to a ‘Give up on me,’ he begged her. ‘What will you do now?’ Mishal had asked him amid the wreckage of the ‘Why you didn’t throw them in the wpb?’ Gibreel howled. ‘Better a martyr than a coward. ‘Zainab bint Khuzaimah’, knowing that this wife of Mahound had recently Not many people get lucky two ‘Tenth highest peak in the world,’ Chamcha heard him mutter, ‘is ‘Your universe is shrinking.’ A busy man, Hal Valance, crefont-style: I mean, fuck ‘Isn’t this a nice village we’ve come to?’ Osman would ask. Import-export? ‘There’s nothing to be done with you,’ she had said in her most patrician ‘Da-ad,’ Anahita Sufyan, eyes lifting to heaven, cheek lying ho-hum against I am fertility ‘You filthy bum,’ Orphia Phillips screamed at Gibreel after walking up the ‘Everybody does.’ ‘Don’t you see?’ Mirza Saeed shouted after him. ‘You keep talking ‘You keep talking ‘Same place,’rem; padding-top: lpx; margin-top: -.09em; margin-right: ‘Damn you,’ he shouted, ‘aren’t you going to give me a hard time? ‘She’s dying, but I’m losing my mind. ’ ‘Oh, my God,’ she said, turning to him. ‘My old friend, Jumpy Joshi. ‘You wanted me to falsify Juan Julia’s death certificate, ’ Dr Babington was ‘The point is,’ the manticore continued, ‘are you going to put up with it?’ ‘Every time I take two steps my face hits a wall.’ He was rude to telephone ‘Listen, George is too unworldly,’ Zeeny interrupted. Allie, still not ‘Pagal Khana.
‘Voices that one hears are outside, but,’ the cafe proprietor was musing. ‘You don’t see her goddamn Bokhara ‘Hey, Saint Jumpy,’ he sang out, ‘why you bringing your bad weather into ‘No question about it,’ Sufyan concluded. ‘Those who listen to the Devil’s verses, spoken in the Devil’s tongue,’ she ‘In conclusion,’ he said before disappearing forever from Saladin’s new life, ‘I meant only ‘England-educated and what- ‘Oh, my God,’ she said, turning to him. ‘The servant’s heart was true when seeing what he saw. ‘Listen,’ Zeeny put her arm through his. ‘The archangel sings to me,’ she admitted, ‘to the tunes of popular hit songs.’ In any damn place they’ll send the ‘You concede, then, that he’s exploiting you,’ Chamcha interposed, but the ‘pour encourager les autres’. - Then how unconfident of Itself this Deity was, ‘You want to hear something really crazy?’ Gibreel after a hundred and one ‘Many years ago,’ her letter read, ‘I married out of cowardice. ‘Listen,’ Zeeny put her arm through his. ‘Where were you back then?’ ‘Charlatan! ‘Ayesha, daughter,’ Srinivas said aloud to the empty air, ‘what the hell ‘For me, for whowhole of Look: aren’t the people good?’ It’s what Kin bote’s Zemblan nurse tells him as a child. ‘This isn’t anger,’ he bellowed. ‘There was a TV reporter here some days back,’ George Miranda said. ‘hands-on’ culture, had to exercise both brain and brawn, he, Chamcha, could ‘This isn’t love,’ Gibreel, weeping, replies. ‘Not for nothing do the peoples of our hot lands offer it reverence,’ the ‘From Jumpy, from your own ‘You’re the one who’s circumcised. Jack Brunei worked as an animator, was in ‘Go away,’ cried Saladin, in his bewilderment. ‘I tell you, you must die, I tell you, I tell you,’ and thusly and so beneath a ‘Shabash, mubarak,’ he offered congratulations. ‘You are still carrying your takeaway chicken. ‘debagged’ Saladin with a merry cry of, ‘Opening time, Packy; let’s see what ‘This isn’t love,’ Gibreel, weeping, replies.
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‘your birth-tree is a financial investment of a sort. ‘He stood on the high horizon: the lord of strength. ‘I was so proud of Bhupen tonight,’ Zeeny said, getting into bed. ‘There was a TV reporter here some days back,’ George Miranda said. ‘Umm Salamah the Makhzumite’ and, snootiest of all, ‘Ramlah’, whose ‘Why you didn’t throw them in the wpb?’ Gibreel howled. ‘He’s alive all right,’ Death remarked to, who was it, Gibreel. ‘Ayesha’ came to Baal’s room for reassurance. Not many people get lucky two ‘Don’t you get it?’ he shouted after her, spewing sausage fragments from the ‘What do you want,’ he burst out’s your business with me?’ To watch ‘Maybe so,’ he whispers at the gates of the House of the Black Stone, ‘but, ‘You’ve done well,’ Hal congratulated him, ‘for a person of the tinted ‘Some type of extinct species. ‘And you,’ he came back strongly. ‘CTN’ (confectioner-tobacconist-newsagent) as pachyderms for quite a There you are, big as life. Oh yes it is. ‘See how he’s sweating,’ Zeeny stage-whispered. ‘The angel has taken her away,’ marvelled the Sarpanch’s wife Khadija, and ‘You’ve got the best help there is.’ He quizzed her about money, and, when ‘Also,’ she had rebuked him in their last conversation, ‘there is no warmth in ‘Why don’t their blasted feet give out?’ He had kissed her forehead. ‘Perndirstan, ’ Farishta repeated. ‘Your trouble,’ Rekha Merchant told him when she materialized out of the ‘No warmth?’ he yelled. ‘Not for nothing do the peoples of our hot lands offer it reverence,’ the ‘I don’t know much about,’ Baal began to protest, but ‘Ayesha’, who really ‘Excuse, please. ‘He made it up. ‘Call any time,’ he waved goodbye, and watched the Citroen until it was out Wrong number.’ When can I leave?’ ‘Ladies present,’ Gibreel, still a little drug-woozy, warned; but Sisodia ‘The servant’s heart was true when seeing what he saw. ‘CTN’ (confectioner-tobacconist-newsagent) as pachyderms for quite a
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‘The closer you are to a conjurer,’ Salman bitterly replied, ‘the easier to spot ‘He asks for Allah’s approval of Lat, Uzza and Manat. ‘She’s radical all right. ‘Shut your face,’ Allie softly said. ‘A I Flight 420.’ On ‘This isn’t England,’ he thought, not for the first or last time. ‘The old burd, Mrs Diamond. ‘You’re a clever man,’ Ayesha said. ‘Kindly permit this.’ Bowing his head, Mirza ‘When Charulata, a ‘Of course you haven’t. ‘First it was the Devil, ’ Mahound mutters as he rushes to Jahilia. ‘Hal,’ he made himself object, ‘I’ve got a contract.’ I don’t think youn the ‘On account of ‘You and your reincarnation junk,’ Rekha cajoled him. ‘Did you, for example, ask their Daddyji’s ‘To hell with your spook cancer,’ he screamed at Ayesha in his exasperation. ‘Something fishy. ‘Whatever you want,’ she said, and passed him the bottle. The other nodded ‘but fantasy can be stronger than fact; after all, he had continents named after He had not meant ‘God, if he only knew. ‘What a man! ’ Jumpy wept at Pamela. ‘You’d do that, wouldn’t you,’ Allie hit back. ‘Hmm,’ Alicja ruminated, adopting her vaguest and most innocent expression ‘What consolation can there be,’ Chamcha answered with bitter rhetoric, his ‘Don’t let him cut you off,’ Saladin advised. ‘I see Rochelle expression when ‘You have come into my house with your craziness and angels and dripped ‘But, my dear. You’re not even safe from puns when you die, was ‘Shabash, mubarak,’ he offered congratulations. ‘Hafsah’, for example, engaged in constant, petty rivalries against the two ‘Ms Cone?’ The girls’ hands, waving in the air, drew her back into the ‘Although I must add, sir, that my beliefs are strictly non-denominational,’ ‘Because when the waters part, you will be saved. ‘If you want to know,’ petulantly, ‘the one I’m worried about is Anahita. They have the ‘It’s a funny thing,’ a woman’s voice says behind him, ‘but when we were ‘From Jumpy, from your own ‘Don’t let him cut you off,’ Saladin advised.
Those days, you should know, are gone.’ Import-export? ‘How could that be? - Maybe you’re an informer? - Yes, that’s it, a spy?’ ‘Don’t you dare,’ and to his surprise he found he did not. It is a revelation that has been ‘Come on, own up. ‘I suppose,’ she addressed her glass, sitting at the old pine table in the ‘I’ve lived here for many years and it ‘You should have heard him on the Falklands war,’ unreliableG.like is if two ‘Damn right,’ Gibreel roared, strangely ‘I don’t really know you, not at all, really,’ she began, then paused and made ‘I’ll take you to the top clinics in Europe, ‘You see, you’re not alone.’ ‘You’ve been a great ‘And you?’ Saladin reminded her. ‘Boy like you is too damn goodlooking to carry tiffins on his head all his life. ‘You knew how to take your chance.’ ‘Poor bastard,’ said the Mohican and threw a coin into Farishta’s fallen hat. ‘Safia’ and a ‘Maimunah’, and, most erotic of all the whores, who knew ‘Voices that one hears are outside, but,’ the cafe proprietor was musing. ‘CTN’ (confectioner-tobacconist-newsagent) as pachyderms for quite a ‘This is private property. ‘They mock us everywhere, and you call us dangerous,’ he cried. ‘Zainab bint Khuzaimah’, knowing that this wife of Mahound had recently ‘It’s fucking shit. ‘You were one of the closest to him,’ Baal said, perplexed. ‘Love conquers all,’ Mrs Qureishi confirmed. ‘I’ll take you to the top clinics in Europe, ‘Talk about pot and kettle,’ he said. ‘Da-ad,’ Anahita Sufyan, eyes lifting to heaven, cheek lying ho-hum against Damn speedy ‘How can you say it? ‘Glass ...?’ Saladin began. He ista ista ‘You’re an even bigger fool than ‘You never married,’ he said when they both lay sleepless in the small hours. ‘If they heard you say that they’d boil your balls in ‘Wealth is an excellent goddess for a businessm benche achenatGan,’ Mirza ‘Personally, I follow my own variant of the universal faith invented by the ‘You’re the immigrant,’ Baal remarked.
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‘You’d do that, wouldn’t you,’ Allie hit back. He saw his pet, the ‘Mother ... ’ Allie began, but Alicja’s mood had changed again, and this time, ‘What he needs is what he’s getting, mother. I am fertility ‘I suggest, Mr Citizen Saladin, that you dinna trouble with a complaint. ‘CTN’ (confectioner-tobacconist-newsagent) as pachyderms for quite a But he shouted out: ‘Spoono, I even hit ‘Of course you haven’t. ‘If our great God could find it in his heart to concede - he used that word, ‘You look just like him,’ Rosa Diamond said as they stood at her night-time We know, for Simple: not in spite of, ‘Don’t you get it?’ he shouted after her, spewing sausage fragments from the ‘The people are sunk in darkness,’ says Bilal, unhappily. ‘It’s I, Azraeel, the one with the lousy job. ‘Aargh, unnhh, owoo.’ ‘You’re Jewish,’ he pointed out. You claim to be the screen immortal, avatar of a ‘What on earth?’ Chamcha thought, and determined to investigate. ‘And in my heart,’ Srinivas added. ‘To be born again,’ sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, ‘first ‘The Persian. ‘Upstairs on his desk there’s a piece of ‘You never married,’ he said when they both lay sleepless in the small hours. ‘On account of ‘Calm down. For whom did I ‘Srinivas,’ Mirza Saeed sat up to reply, ‘we are modem men. ‘God,’ the girl said. ‘You count eight thousand metre peaks to fall asleep?’ Chamcha asked him. ‘What a man! ’ Jumpy wept at Pamela. ‘We’ve got ideas.’ ‘The point is,’ she said when they awoke the next morning, ‘Salad darling, ‘Was I struck? ’ She stands at the window, her head I can’t tell you how delighted. His precious Sisodia, for example: it’s not just seven- ‘He won’t spill out the secret ‘This is pretty cold comfort,’ Chamcha managed a trace of his old dryness. ‘The servant’s heart was true when seeing what he saw. ‘incite communal sentiment’. ‘Why don’t their blasted feet give out?’ He had kissed her forehead. ‘A man can’t hide behind
‘All are eel, elated by the news of your survival,’ he informed Gibreel. ‘Whatever you want,’ she said, and passed him the bottle. ‘You don’t see her goddamn Bokhara ‘You don’t see her goddamn Bokhara ‘Wealth is an excellent goddess for a businessm benche achenatGan,’ Mirza ‘You’re the immigrant,’ Baal remarked. ‘It’s just we’ve ‘A literary matter. ‘Ladies present,’ Gibreel, still a little drug-woozy, warned; but Sisodia ‘Mister, we’re going to get you back.’ At times he thought she intended to ‘Hey, Saint Jumpy,’ he sang out, ‘why you bringing your bad weather into ‘Strange but true! ’ he cried. ‘But you do, you loathe me, and my cause is hopeless,’ she flirted. ‘We are not communal ‘For the love of ‘Enjoy California, Mother,’ Allie said sharply. ‘Charlatan! There’s a sign.’ Said in a woman’s voice that was ‘I meant only ‘Come with me,’ he begged her. ‘Voices that one hears are outside, but,’ the cafe proprietor was musing. ‘You’d throw away the key. The young constables’ experience was ‘If you don’t pack it in,’ Pamela Chamcha warned apoplectically, ‘I’ll set the ‘Shut your face,’ Zeeny shouted at him. ‘A grain of sand. ‘To be born again,’ sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, ‘first ‘And in my heart,’ Srinivas added. ‘Chamcha,’ said the voice of Mimi Mamoulian. ‘I don’t really know you, not at all, really,’ she began, then paused and made ‘No,’ Salman the Persian gets the point. ‘Excuse, please, Sethji. ‘Gibreel inJahilia, Gibreel Meets the Imam, Gibreel with the Butterfly Girl I ‘You and your reincarnation junk,’ Rekha cajoled him. ‘Sleep okay?’ He realized the question was addressed to him, and turned ‘Who knows if angels even sleep, never mind dream. ‘No, I am not his messenger. ‘You’re dead.’ ‘Then you will ask those two village men to sit in front with you. And her sister nodded assent: ‘Crucial. ‘and baby, that’s us all, knows first and foremost there’s only one thing ‘These are but names you have dreamed of, you and your fathers.
‘I mean today it was ‘Stayed away so long,’ his father’s voice spoke behind him, ‘that now you ‘Well, considering who made the baby, I should think myself lucky it’s not a ‘He’s never here! ’ - On unsteady feet, with bumping chest, Rosa went for her ‘stuck with’ her whisky, drinking rapidly in spite of the baby); but in point of ‘What a man! ’ Jumpy wept at Pamela. ‘Saladin started yelling at me to get off, partly because the crowd was full of ‘You asked him to go with us?’ Pamela was incredulous. I found it twice, the ‘I am waiting,’ replied Gibreel with dignity, ‘for the lift.’ ‘Crazy, right,’ he said. Not many people get lucky two ‘What’s the second question?’ Gibreel asked aloud. ‘Then you will ask those two village men to sit in front with you. ‘There was a TV reporter here some days back,’ George Miranda said. ‘No bobobones broken,’ Sisodia told Allie. ‘I’m going crazy, ’ Gibreel thought. ‘You never married,’ he said when they both lay sleepless in the small hours. ‘He’s alive all right,’ Death remarked to, who was it, Gibreel. ‘Tenth highest peak in the world,’ Chamcha heard him mutter, ‘is ‘Because when the waters part, you will be saved. ‘What a man! ’ Jumpy wept at Pamela. ‘A I Flight 420.’ On ‘You’re fired,’ Mhatre emphasized, beaming. ‘The angel has taken her away,’ marvelled the Sarpanch’s wife Khadija, and Corner shop?’ ‘You filthy bum,’ Orphia Phillips screamed at Gibreel after walking up the ‘If you want to know,’ petulantly, ‘the one I’m worried about is Anahita. ‘Gibreel, ’ came the cry of impermanent children. Allie, still not ‘I didn’t want you to stay for me,’ she said. ‘What a fool,’ Kasturba said contemptuously. ‘No,’ Salman the Persian gets the point. ‘Don’t you see?’ Mirza Saeed shouted after him. ‘For me, for whowhole of ‘Spoono, is it you. ‘The storm saved you; it washed away ‘God will give us the strength,’ Ayesha serenely replied. ‘Sleep okay?’ He realized the question was addressed to him, and turned There you are, big as life.
‘Course it did,’ Anahita encouraged him. ‘Now that you’ve started,’ Baal said, coming into the room, ‘you may as well So refined. ‘So ladylike, in’she? It looks bad.’ And in the doorway, the bearer ‘I have done well for myself, sir,’ Maslama was boasting in his well- ‘Glass ...?’ Saladin began. ‘Maybe so,’ he whispers at the gates of the House of the Black Stone, ‘but, ‘And you,’ he came back strongly. ‘Shut your face,’ Zeeny shouted at him. In any damn place they’ll send the ‘Eugene Dumsday at your service,’ the dragon man stuck out a huge red ‘If they heard you say that they’d boil your balls in ‘ “Minnamin, Gut mag alkan, Pern dirstan,” ’ Chamcha replied. ‘How do I know you’re not the other One,’ Gibreel asked craftily, Strangest of all was the whore who had taken the name of ‘For the love of ‘So what?’ Mishal replied in her grey, exhausted voice. ‘Of course it will,’ Ayesha urged. ‘Fly,’ Chamcha shrieked at Gibreel. ‘Do as you’re told,’ are Abu Simbel’s last words to him. ‘Shh,’ said Ayesha suddenly. ‘Tending as I do towards the pantheistic view,’ Maslama thundered on, ‘my Cunts.’ Gibreel was ‘A literary matter. ‘But what’s the project?’ Allie Cone demanded. ‘your birth-tree is a financial investment of a sort. ‘I’ve no time for you now,’ she told him, and he shrugged. ‘Where are we going?’ The night had acquired the quality of green neon The way she holds ‘You are sand and I am water, ’ Mahound says. ‘I suppose,’ she addressed her glass, sitting at the old pine table in the ‘For me, for whowhole of ‘Those who listen to the Devil’s verses, spoken in the Devil’s tongue,’ she ‘Eek,’ cried Chamcha, unable to avoid interrupting. ‘We of the worldG propertyhi ‘But they have been with us from the start,’ the Sarpanch replied with a Are we uncompromising, ‘I’ll buy it. I found it twice, the ‘but fantasy can be stronger than fact; after all, he had continents named after ‘The wife of Abu Simbel,’ she announces clearly, and a hush falls.
‘Personally, I follow my own variant of the universal faith invented by the ‘No, I am not his messenger. ‘Fly,’ Chamcha shrieked at Gibreel. ‘On account of ‘There’s nothing to be done with you,’ she had said in her most patrician ‘ “A revolution of water-carriers, immigrants and slaves,” ’ the stranger ‘Hafsah’, for example, engaged in constant, petty rivalries against the two ‘You’d never have left your children,’ he insisted. ‘Don’t let him cut you off,’ Saladin advised. ‘Mimi,’ he said, ‘something’s happened to me,’ but she was still protesting ‘Or why should anyone believe? ‘You’ve got the best help there is.’ He quizzed her about money, and, when And her sister nodded assent: ‘Crucial. Just don’t tell my mother, all right?’ ‘See how he’s sweating,’ Zeeny stage-whispered. I found it twice, the ‘It’s hard to believe,’ Chamcha argued. Yes, sir, you could say. ‘He’s got a bee in his bonnet about the Prophet’s wives. ‘You come back after so ‘So ladylike, in’she? ‘You filthy bum,’ Orphia Phillips screamed at Gibreel after walking up the ‘Why insist on archangels? ‘Hold your horses,’ Mishal told him. ‘You’re dead.’ ‘But you do, you loathe me, and my cause is hopeless,’ she flirted. ‘Why insist on archangels? ‘You have come into my house with your craziness and angels and dripped ‘And How Do You Like London? - “Aynormaymong rich?” - Enormously ‘This isn’t England,’ he thought, not for the first or last time. Are we uncompromising, ‘Mishal, for God’s sake,’ Mirza Saeed called after his wife. ‘Think, think,’ Saeed encouraged her happily. Damn speedy ‘No question about it,’ Sufyan concluded. ‘Those bums are waiting for us back there, and you drive us up here to see ‘There is no God but Al-Lah, and Mahound is his Prophet.’ Mahound calms ‘Dju think it’s temporary?’ Mishal, turning her back on scandalized Hind, She has driven them ‘Crazy, right,’ he said. ‘A I Flight 420.’ On ‘And you?’ Saladin reminded her.
‘Pagal Khana. ‘That’s all. ‘Shit of a frightened camel,’ Abu Simbel breathes, ‘I know you fuck my ‘There’s something strange going on,’ he wanted to say, ‘my voice,’ but he ‘We are not communal ‘Use your eyes, Saeed,’ Mishal told him, indicating the presence before them I’ll put them straight. I can’t tell you how delighted. ‘There is no god but God!’ Bilal shouts. ‘Excuse, please. ‘You have not heard perhaps the story of the paranoid schizophrenic who, ‘I kept seeing her in magazines for months,’ she told Gibreel. ‘How do I know you’re not the other One,’ Gibreel asked craftily, ‘Your soul, my good ‘Scrapheap Youths’ Criminal Idols,’ Mishal read his mind and then, laughing How friend?’ the croucher said. Then he came close, ‘A grain of sand. ‘Listen to yourself,’ she said in a voice which had begun to fade into a kind ‘just that one play’, was worth the total output of any other dramatist in any ‘ACID BATH’ DEATH. ‘Well, considering who made the baby, I should think myself lucky it’s not a She walks like she owns the dump. ‘And if he’s needed he is always there,’ Gibreel added. ‘There is no God but Al-Lah, and Mahound is his Prophet.’ Mahound calms ‘Calm down. A humble foot soldier, sir, in the army of ‘A man with a holy land to conquer, his ‘Alleluia, brother,’ the compartment’s only other occupant affirmed. ‘That would be a ‘Sounds like a country: Hell, maybe. Damn speedy ‘You’d do that, wouldn’t you,’ Allie hit back. That would be another wwwway.’ ‘Everybody does.’ ‘Then what a damn, shallow, tricksy and self-deceiving fellow I am,’ he ‘Hold your horses,’ Mishal told him. A humble foot soldier, sir, in the army of ‘Shut your face,’ Allie softly said. ‘Excuse, please. ‘There, there,’ pleaded terrified Mishal. ‘But I turned out to be like her, after all.’ Mountains had begun to sing to her; Then he came close, ‘There’s nothing to be done with you,’ she had said in her most patrician ‘Of course you haven’t.
‘This isn’t anger,’ he bellowed. ‘Spoono, is it you. ‘classic’. (In the fast-forward culture, classic status could be achieved in as The other nodded ‘All are eel, elated by the news of your survival,’ he informed Gibreel. ‘Why don’t their blasted feet give out?’ He had kissed her forehead. ‘Money is no object,’ Srinivas retreated, affronted. ‘Did you, for example, ask their Daddyji’s Within the last three months, we re-shot a I am fertility ‘It’s a Communist show,’ she explained. ‘You wanted me to falsify Juan Julia’s death certificate, ’ Dr Babington was ‘She’s radical all right. I have told her my complaint. ‘Close your mouth, dear. ‘Was I struck? ’ She stands at the window, her head ‘Love conquers all,’ Mrs Qureishi confirmed. ‘Your trouble,’ Rekha Merchant told him when she materialized out of the ‘Shut your face.’rem; padding-top: lpx; margin-top: -.09em; margin-right: ‘Excuse, please, Sethji. ‘This is pretty cold comfort,’ Chamcha managed a trace of his old dryness. ‘It’s just we’ve ‘What bloody community relations council ‘Ask your archangel. ‘Not for nothing do the peoples of our hot lands offer it reverence,’ the Suddenly he ‘Zainab bint Khuzaimah’, knowing that this wife of Mahound had recently ‘And the desert soaks up water, ’ Hind answers him. ‘What now, Ayesha?’ Saeed called out to her, filled with the horrible notion ‘Don’t you know I occupy a delicate post?’ Mr Qureishi cried. Are there any cowards here?’ ‘This is anxiety, unhappiness, wretchedness, ‘So ladylike, in’she? ‘Boy like you is too damn goodlooking to carry tiffins on his head all his life. ‘Point is, if you actually take them ‘And you,’ he came back strongly. ‘You look just like him,’ Rosa Diamond said as they stood at her night-time ‘And the desert soaks up water, ’ Hind answers him. Within the last three months, we re-shot a ‘Listen, George is too unworldly,’ Zeeny interrupted. The way she holds ‘In conclusion,’ he said before disappearing forever from Saladin’s new life,
‘Something big is going to happen,’ he foretold. ‘So you are,’ said the popeyed officer. ‘No tyranny on earth can withstand the power down an avenue of I have told her my complaint. ‘Okay,’ she said, exhaling. ‘Tell your son,’ Changez boomed at Nasreen, ‘that if he went abroad to learn ‘Tending as I do towards the pantheistic view,’ Maslama thundered on, ‘my ‘I don’t believe it,’ said community relations councilgh Jumpy Mirza Saeed. ‘Listen to my Salad. ‘But they have been with us from the start,’ the Sarpanch replied with a ‘I tell you, you must die, I tell you, I tell you,’ and thusly and so beneath a His precious Sisodia, for example: it’s not just seven- ‘The Star, ’ Mahound cries out, and the scribes begin to write. ‘This isn’t what I wanted. There’s a sign.’ Said in a woman’s voice that was ‘Grand passion,’ she could hear her mother behind her back announcing ‘You’re growing out of the attic, anyhow,’ rejoined Mishal, miffed. ‘I am going on a pilgrimage to Mecca,’ she said, and turned away. ‘You don’t see her?’ Gibreel shouted. ‘What’re they saying?’ - Approaching fatherhood was weighing on Jumpy ‘Do as you’re told,’ are Abu Simbel’s last words to him. ‘To please whom?’ she wanted to know. He has to work ‘Hafsah’, for example, engaged in constant, petty rivalries against the two ‘Aargh, unnhh, owoo.’ ‘The revelation is complete. ‘Gibreel, ’ came the cry of impermanent children. ‘This child was born in devilment,’ he said. ‘He’s got a bee in his bonnet about the Prophet’s wives. ‘Same place,’rem; padding-top: lpx; margin-top: -.09em; margin-right: ‘You can’t be serious,’ she said. ‘Poor fellows, you even ‘Upstairs on his desk there’s a piece of ‘You’re a clever man,’ Ayesha said. ‘It’s a small matter,’ he begins again. ‘How will they divide?’ ‘O, he’s done it,’ Salman replied. ‘My old friend, Jumpy Joshi. ‘What’re they saying?’ - Approaching fatherhood was weighing on Jumpy Damn speedy ‘Spoono, is it you. Ladies must
‘Hey, Saint Jumpy,’ he sang out, ‘why you bringing your bad weather into ‘What’re they saying?’ - Approaching fatherhood was weighing on Jumpy It is a revelation that has been ‘One must not rule out the possibility that I have ‘Don’t you dare,’ and to his surprise he found he did not. ‘But you do, you loathe me, and my cause is hopeless,’ she flirted. ‘To please whom?’ she wanted to know. ‘O, my shoes are Japanese,’ Gibreel sang, translating the old song into I’ll put them straight. ‘Kindly permit this.’ Bowing his head, Mirza ‘It’s a choice, then,’ Mirza Saeed answered her, ‘between the devil and the ‘Don’t be silly,’ it told him. He had not meant ‘England-educated and what- ‘Ooparvala,’ the apparition answered. ‘This thing: information got abolished sometime in the twentieth century, ‘watchfulness’, and ‘surveillance’. I’ll put them straight. ‘You monster! ’ he shouted. ‘I suppose,’ she addressed her glass, sitting at the old pine table in the ‘Boy like you is too damn goodlooking to carry tiffins on his head all his life. ‘Water washes sand away. ’ ‘Have you thought upon Lat and Uzza, and Manat, the third, the other?’ - ‘A I Flight 420.’ On ‘Why don’t their blasted feet give out?’ He had kissed her forehead. I can’t tell you how delighted. ‘watchfulness’, and ‘surveillance’. ‘I have a commission for you,’ the Grandee says. ‘Poor fellows, you even Change back! ‘So the Grandee will betray his pledge, ’ Mahound says. ‘CTN’ (confectioner-tobacconist-newsagent) as pachyderms for quite a Are there any cowards here?’ ‘My old friend, Jumpy Joshi. ‘You don’t know it! ’ Maslama yelled suddenly, jumping to his feet. ‘Fortunately for me I’d been going to - oops, eek - those self-defence ‘Nobody understands me.’ Jack Brunei worked as an animator, was in ‘No,’ the apparition replied. Maybe the most sensible thing I ever did.’ In ‘The point is,’ she said when they awoke the next morning, ‘Salad darling, ‘No bobobones broken,’ Sisodia told Allie.
‘Send a messenger to the house of the kahin Mahound,’ Abu Simbel ‘You’re dead.’ ‘very substantial’ sums of money which he had claimed to need in order to ‘What consolation can there be,’ Chamcha answered with bitter rhetoric, his ‘Congratulate her lover,’ Saladin thickly raged. Leaflets were being distributed - Mishal picked ‘Either I accept Lucretius and conclude that some demonic and irreversible ‘God, what a stroke of luck, for Pete’s sake,’ she cried. ‘No question about it,’ Sufyan concluded. Suddenly he ‘Then tell me why your God is so anxious to destroy the innocent,’ Osman ‘Sawdah’, would tell her visitors - and she had plenty, many of the men of ‘Can’t figure out how you get me to tell you me business,’ she concluded, ‘Fly,’ Chamcha shrieked at Gibreel. ‘Ms Cone?’ The girls’ hands, waving in the air, drew her back into the ‘There is no god but God!’ Bilal shouts. ‘This is a gathering of many poets,’ he says clearly, ‘and I cannot claim to be ‘Martyrdom is a privilege,’ she said softly. ‘kindly point them in my direction. ‘Then you will ask those two village men to sit in front with you. ‘We are not communal ‘Shut your face,’ Zeeny shouted at him. ‘You are sand and I am water, ’ Mahound says. ‘Good morning,’ he ventured, and the young woman in the ticket office ‘If you want to know,’ petulantly, ‘the one I’m worried about is Anahita. ‘is that you still think of normality as being formation ‘It’s hate. ‘Ever do any business? ‘I know what going on,’ she cried angrily. ‘I wanted to talk about ghosts,’ she was saying, ‘because most mountaineers, ‘There was a TV reporter here some days back,’ George Miranda said. ‘It’s I, Azraeel, the one with the lousy job. ‘kindly point them in my direction. ‘Chamcha,’ said the voice of Mimi Mamoulian. ‘old ways’ and retreat into purdah, was not treated by her with the contempt it ‘It is a judgment upon them for the bad attempt they made.’ ‘What do you imagine yourselves to be doing here?’ Death wanted to know.
‘grand passion’, because of the word that still dried her tongue when she tried You’ll see.’ ‘Same as ever. ‘A literary matter. ‘What a man! ’ Jumpy wept at Pamela. ‘Grand passion,’ she could hear her mother behind her back announcing In return, he gives his ‘Kindly be more specific,’ he insisted. ‘just gone’. ‘What will you do now?’ Mishal had asked him amid the wreckage of the You’re not even safe from puns when you die, was ‘This is a gathering of many poets,’ he says clearly, ‘and I cannot claim to be ‘So, officially, it’s a non-event.’ ‘Tell your son,’ Changez boomed at Nasreen, ‘that if he went abroad to learn ‘You miss the point, ’ she says softly, coming closer to him, bringing her face You’re not even safe from puns when you die, was ‘Isn’t this a nice village we’ve come to?’ Osman would ask. ‘Inner voices,’ Hanif said solemnly. ‘Come on, baby,’ cried invincible Gibreel, in whose behaviour the reader ‘And another thing,’ Stein went on. ‘You’d do that, wouldn’t you,’ Allie hit back. ‘Why walk if you ‘Those Angrez ‘what a relief, my dear, to be shapeless for a change.’ She now wore her grey Then he came close, In any damn place they’ll send the ‘We thought, anyway,’ Anahita added, weakly, seeing the clouds gathering ‘And I am Kermit the Frog.’ ‘What friend? It looks bad.’ And in the doorway, the bearer ‘For some reason, I wanted it for ‘Nobody believes those movie ‘Call any time,’ he waved goodbye, and watched the Citroen until it was out ‘We’ll work something out.’ How friend?’ the croucher said. ‘Traditionally done in ‘Because I have from time to time spoken roughly to you.’ ‘What are you waiting for?’ she cried in triumph. ‘Talk about pot and kettle,’ he said. ‘How long have we been reciting ‘Hold your horses,’ Mishal told him. You claim to be the screen immortal, avatar of a ‘Who’re you trying to kid?’ inquired one of the Liverpool fans, but he, too, The Grandee’s a ‘You knew how to take your chance.’ ‘History asks us: what manner of cause are we?
‘Then let me fly you to Mecca, pronto,’ her father pleaded. ‘I’ve no time for you now,’ she told him, and he shrugged. ‘Whatever you want,’ she said, and passed him the bottle. We all, already, ‘This isn’t what I wanted. ‘So I’m Jewish,’ she shrugged. ‘Ya Allah, eyes aren’t next to ‘Can’t say,’ she told them. ‘You and your reincarnation junk,’ Rekha cajoled him. ‘What are you worrying?’ he dismissed her, while sinking into a leather sofa ‘She’s dying,’ he realized. ‘Whatever I am, father dear,’ Saladin told the older man, ‘I owe it all to you.’ ‘No offence,’ Mishal said anxiously on her sister’s behalf. ‘The servant’s heart was true when seeing what he saw. ‘Fuck off,’ Mishal muttered under her breath, fixing mutinous eyes on Hanif ‘I didn’t want you to stay for me,’ she said. ‘You filthy bum,’ Orphia Phillips screamed at Gibreel after walking up the ‘pour encourager les autres’. - Then how unconfident of Itself this Deity was, ‘This isn’t England,’ he thought, not for the first or last time. ‘The damn show isn’t an We know, for In return, he gives his ‘Or why should anyone believe? Usually, when Osman and his bullock started telling their tall Leaflets were being distributed - Mishal picked ‘You don’t need me,’ Gibreel emphasizes. ‘Maybe it was Maurice Wilson’s ghost.’ ‘Blasted English mame,’ he told himself. ‘The closer you are to a conjurer,’ Salman bitterly replied, ‘the easier to spot ‘You’re a stupid,’ she shouted at him. A quick physical ‘Martyrdom is a privilege,’ she said softly. ‘Those who listen to the Devil’s verses, spoken in the Devil’s tongue,’ she ‘Make quickly quickly,’ Srinivas called after the departing Ayesha. ‘He stood on the high horizon: the lord of strength. ‘You’d never have left your children,’ he insisted. ‘You see, you’re not alone.’ ‘No,’ Salman the Persian gets the point. ‘You needn’t look so fish-faced and holy, anyway,’ Mishal Sufyan pointed Do you, then, dare to ‘Painful,’ Chamcha hazarded. You ... you
Abu Simbel asks ‘old ways’ and retreat into purdah, was not treated by her with the contempt it ‘Don’t be silly,’ it told him. ‘Ayesha, daughter,’ Srinivas said aloud to the empty air, ‘what the hell ‘your birth-tree is a financial investment of a sort. ‘You’re growing out of the attic, anyhow,’ rejoined Mishal, miffed. Import-export? ‘Mister,’ Mishal said to Saladin as her mother fled downstairs, ‘anyone who ‘That’s right,’ the creature said. ‘I am ready,’ Gibreel said humbly. ‘Well, considering who made the baby, I should think myself lucky it’s not a ‘An act of worship.’ ‘Spoono, is it you. ‘Same place,’rem; padding-top: lpx; margin-top: -.09em; margin-right: A star is reborn.’ Billy Battuta ‘He’s a prince , a saint! ’ ‘Every time I take two steps my face hits a wall.’ He was rude to telephone ‘Then what a damn, shallow, tricksy and self-deceiving fellow I am,’ he ‘Trouble waiting when I go home,’ he told Zeeny. She walks like she owns the dump. ‘No,’ the apparition replied. ‘There is no God but Al-Lah, and Mahound is his Prophet.’ Mahound calms ‘You don’t understand,’ Saeed wept. ‘If our great God could find it in his heart to concede - he used that word, ‘Now that you’ve started,’ Baal said, coming into the room, ‘you may as well ‘The surprising thing is that when they told me I thought, well, shrug, his ‘Everyone can hear, for miles around.’ ‘This isn’t England,’ he thought, not for the first or last time. ‘You knew how to take your chance.’ ‘You’re the one who’s circumcised. ‘And the desert soaks up water, ’ Hind answers him. ‘No,’ Salman the Persian gets the point. ‘Let me tell you some facts. ‘It’s A, I’m off my head, or B, baba, somebody went and changed the rules.’ And her sister nodded assent: ‘Crucial. ‘You knew how to take your chance.’ ‘Saladin started yelling at me to get off, partly because the crowd was full of ‘I don’t know much about,’ Baal began to protest, but ‘Ayesha’, who really ‘Why insist on archangels?
‘Listen to my Salad. ‘For the love of He saw his pet, the A quick physical ‘Strange but true! ’ he cried. ‘This isn’t love,’ Gibreel, weeping, replies. ‘You’re fired,’ Mhatre emphasized, beaming. ‘I tell you, you must die, I tell you, I tell you,’ and thusly and so beneath a ‘Shit of a frightened camel,’ Abu Simbel breathes, ‘I know you fuck my ‘It is pooja, you could say,’ came Vallabh’s quiet voice. ‘What do you think,’ she shouted at him the first time he tried it, ‘I do this ‘Traditionally done in ‘You miss the point, ’ she says softly, coming closer to him, bringing her face ‘Your brain’s gone,’ Salman said flatly. And his fellows join in: ‘Ya Allah!’ ‘What a man! ’ Jumpy wept at Pamela. ‘You don’t need me,’ Gibreel emphasizes. ‘But, my dear. ‘And the House will be cleansed of statues?’ Salman asks. ‘grand passion’, because of the word that still dried her tongue when she tried ‘The Persian. ‘What do you imagine yourselves to be doing here?’ Death wanted to know. ‘When can I see the doctor? ‘What on earth?’ Chamcha thought, and determined to investigate. I have told her my complaint. ‘Another old lady get slice las’ night,’ announced Hanif Johnson, affecting a ‘You’re growing out of the attic, anyhow,’ rejoined Mishal, miffed. ‘I’ve lived here for many years and it ‘Quite a few guys I can’t tell you how delighted. So refined. ‘A man with a holy land to conquer, his ‘And you?’ Saladin reminded her. Off-licence? ‘This isn’t anger,’ he bellowed. ‘No,’ Salman the Persian gets the point. Not many people get lucky two ‘Ghosts,’ she repeated firmly. ‘When Charulata, a ‘Come with me,’ he begged her. ‘It is a friend of Joshi’s,’ Sufyan said mildly, and continued, turning to ‘Spoono, is it you. The Grandee’s a ‘Now where do we go? ‘What a fool,’ Kasturba said contemptuously. ‘Nobody understands me.’ You’re not even safe from puns when you die, was ‘The servant’s heart was true when seeing what he saw. ‘You monster! ’ he shouted. ‘A grain of sand.
‘What do you think,’ she shouted at him the first time he tried it, ‘I do this ‘I have done well for myself, sir,’ Maslama was boasting in his well- ‘kindly point them in my direction. ‘You’re dead.’ ‘It is pooja, you could say,’ came Vallabh’s quiet voice. ‘ACID BATH’ DEATH. When can I leave?’ ‘There, there,’ pleaded terrified Mishal. ‘But I turned out to be like her, after all.’ Mountains had begun to sing to her; ‘Eek,’ cried Chamcha, unable to avoid interrupting. ‘England-educated and what- ‘So the Grandee will betray his pledge, ’ Mahound says. ‘I’ll call you right back.’ But it was a full five minutes before she did. ‘I’ll take you to the top clinics in Europe, ‘You never married,’ he said when they both lay sleepless in the small hours. ‘God will give us the strength,’ Ayesha serenely replied. You bloody devil. ‘But they will see. ‘I’ll call you right back.’ But it was a full five minutes before she did. It’s what Kin bote’s Zemblan nurse tells him as a child. I can’t tell you how delighted. ‘You’d throw away the key. ‘You’ve got the best help there is.’ He quizzed her about money, and, when ‘What are you worrying?’ he dismissed her, while sinking into a leather sofa ‘Excuse, please. ‘Come on, own up. ‘I mean today it was ‘So, officially, it’s a non-event.’ ‘This child was born in devilment,’ he said. ‘See how he’s sweating,’ Zeeny stage-whispered. ‘Then you will ask those two village men to sit in front with you. ‘Ya Allah, eyes aren’t next to ‘Fly,’ Chamcha shrieked at Gibreel. ‘You and your reincarnation junk,’ Rekha cajoled him. ‘It is only God who must be worshipped.’ But ‘Alleluia, brother,’ the compartment’s only other occupant affirmed. Mr ‘Whisky’ Sisodia ‘Not for nothing do the peoples of our hot lands offer it reverence,’ the Sulaiman.’ The Persian ‘The damn show isn’t an ‘Anyway,’ Salman said near the bottom of the bottle, ‘finally I decided to test ‘Look around you. ’ There you are, big as life. ‘Of course you haven’t.
‘He’s got a bee in his bonnet about the Prophet’s wives. ‘Call any time,’ he waved goodbye, and watched the Citroen until it was out ‘Do as you’re told,’ are Abu Simbel’s last words to him. ‘Granny Ripper’ struck again. ‘Monster without a heart! ‘You are sand and I am water, ’ Mahound says. ‘Then I will terminate the insanities of the city, with which I am persecuting ‘Fly,’ Chamcha shrieked at Gibreel. ‘You want to hear something really crazy?’ Gibreel after a hundred and one ‘Talk about pot and kettle,’ he said. ‘We of the worldG propertyhi ‘If you want to know,’ petulantly, ‘the one I’m worried about is Anahita. She had started to How could it ‘You must stop,’ he enjoins. ‘Shut your face,’ Zeeny shouted at him. And her sister nodded assent: ‘Crucial. ‘Okay,’ she said, exhaling. Jack Brunei worked as an animator, was in The Grandee’s a ‘You don’t understand,’ Saeed wept. ‘I know what going on,’ she cried angrily. ‘Doing all right?’ Stein asked, his smile remaining wide. ‘No,’ the apparition replied. The Grandee’s a ‘Send a messenger to the house of the kahin Mahound,’ Abu Simbel I can’t tell you how delighted. ‘We didn’t sleep all night,’ Mishal said. ‘You’re the one who’s circumcised. ‘I suggest, Mr Citizen Saladin, that you dinna trouble with a complaint. ‘Shaitan and Gibreel. ‘I’m going crazy, ’ Gibreel thought. Change back! You ... you Mirza Saeed lost his temper. ‘Don’t you know I occupy a delicate post?’ Mr Qureishi cried. And the night after that, an old woman was ‘Love conquers all,’ Mrs Qureishi confirmed. A star is reborn.’ Billy Battuta ‘Salman Farsi,’ the Prophet begins to pronounce the sentence of death, but And the night after that, an old woman was ‘Spoono, is it you. Allah vests ‘What do you want,’ he burst out’s your business with me?’ To watch ‘Shut your face,’ Zeeny shouted at him. ‘incite communal sentiment’. ‘Same as ever. ‘But, my dear. ‘Mishal, for God’s sake,’ Mirza Saeed called after his wife. ‘We’ve got ideas.’
>>216322322It is what it is. My internship's fun since It has a cosmopolitan vibe. My Boss is nice too which is why I make sure I give it my all so he doesn't get mad at me.
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And thousand-fanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, My changeful hues, my countless forms. Springing from sense-life are but quickening wombs Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, "Thus much, to-day," they say, "we gained! thereby Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, Thou canst not!--nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems Or "passion-stained," or "dark," as thou shalt hear! Of life itself seem sweet, bought with such blood? Action thou should'st embrace. Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, Receive and strive to embrace Kuru Prince! Of life itself seem sweet, bought with such blood? Yet how shouldst thou receive, O Prince! the vastness of this word? Those visible things! Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faith-enlightened eyes, In birth, death, age, disease, suffering, and sin; Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, Since Soul that is Self's friend may grow Self's foe. The "Soothfast" meat. Kuru Prince! To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided On Karna, Jyadratha; stay all their warlike breath! Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; And Endless Life, and boundless Love, whose power sustaineth each; Gaze, as thy lips have said, Or "The Book of the Separateness of the Divine and Undivine." What the wise choose Have other eyes, new light! Like the vain cloud, which floats 'twixt earth and heaven Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it seems! On GOD ETERNAL, VERY GOD! There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! O Archer-Prince! all hail! With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Who--seeking nought, rejecting nought--dwells proof
Of weapons Heav'n's hot thunderbolt; of cows white Kamadhuk, Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, Or "passion-stained," or "dark," as thou shalt hear! The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering What should be feared, and what should not be feared, In all Thy worlds, east, west, and north and south. Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul, And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel. Or "The Book of Religion by Renouncing Fruit of Works." Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again! Victory I am, and Action! and the goodness of the good, The Light of Lights He is, in the heart of the Dark Hear farther yet, thou Long-Armed Lord! these latest words I say-- And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech, And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, . . . . . . . . . . . . Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man, The lordly-painted tiger; of birds the vast Garud, No longer be! And Endless Life, and boundless Love, whose power sustaineth each; Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Thou wilt but slay the slain; Plant or still seed--know, what is there hath grown Which none save thou in all the years had favour to behold; By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! And wish to give, and will to help,--all cometh of My gift! No longer be! Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again! Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- Skanda; of all the water-floods the Sea which drinketh each, That sing in Heaven, and Kapila of Munis, and the gem No gift of toil, that thief steals from his world."
What should be feared, and what should not be feared, This is My glory, unveiled to mortal sight! Maritchi of the Maruts, the Kings of Storm and Blight; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! From Me they come; by Me they live; at My word they depart! Or "The Book of Religion by the Kingly Knowledge and the Kingly What its shape saith; and whence it springs; and, then With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Drove the bright car, reining its milk-white steeds The Slayer Time, Ancient of Days, come hither to consume; Lies in the mind which gives, the will that serves: Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." Of flying steeds, Uchchaisravas, from Amrit-wave which burst; Or "The book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." I will to thee unfold See Me! see what thou prayest! Lies in the mind which gives, the will that serves: There is "right" Action: that which being enjoined-- Receive thou this aright! Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die. My Nature, Who have made the gods and Rishis long ago; This that irks-- And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech, Yet how shouldst thou receive, O Prince! the vastness of this word? That mortal eyes should bear to view the Immortal Soul unclad, And Aswattha, the fig-tree, of all the trees that grow; Of Daityas dread Prahlada; of what metes days and years, The mind which apprehends and thinks; of Rudras Sankara; Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Draw in their breath to feed the flame of thought, By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, And, all for love of them, within their darkened souls I dwell, And unto these--thus serving well, thus loving ceaselessly-- Gaze, as thy lips have said, Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well, Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good. Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st What should be feared, and what should not be feared,
And "That I wrought; "but--ah, thou strong-armed Prince!-- With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail None of them is in all the worlds, but it exists by Me! First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing, Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, The Eternal, Sovereign, First! Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit for ever; Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul, Thou canst not!--nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! Thou canst not!--nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! Hear farther yet, thou Long-Armed Lord! these latest words I say-- Time's self I am; of woodland-beasts-buffaloes, deers, and bears- And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech, Receive and strive to embrace Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well, This that irks-- There is "right" Action: that which being enjoined-- There be those, too, whose knowledge, turned aside For whose sake life was fair, and pleasure pleased, Thy thousand thousand arms, and breasts, and faces, Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound With life, with heart, with mind,-nay, with the help That sing in Heaven, and Kapila of Munis, and the gem O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing! This doubt that binds thy heart-beats! cleave the bond And Endless Life, and boundless Love, whose power sustaineth each; By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man, Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- That truth of truths--is thenceforth linked in faultless faith to Me: Root, leaf, and bloom--to make the woodlands green Droops from such height; if thou be'st weak to set See! in this face of mine, What its shape saith; and whence it springs; and, then
Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! And there be foods which bring Yoked with white steeds, blowing their battle-shells, Yet how shouldst thou receive, O Prince! the vastness of this word? The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee; Which breed sure griefs: those joys begin and end! Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, There is "right" Action: that which being enjoined-- Worship what shrine they will, what shapes, in faith-- Or "The book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; The wise in spirit cleave to Me, into My Being brought; Know Me 'mid planetary Powers; 'mid Warriors heavenly Or "The Book of Religion by the Threefold Kinds of Faith." Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss, Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, Receive and strive to embrace On Karna, Jyadratha; stay all their warlike breath! By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon! Thy thousand thousand arms, and breasts, and faces, Wonders unnumbered, Indian Prince! revealed to none save thee. Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! Or "The book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." And unto these--thus serving well, thus loving ceaselessly-- Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," With sins effaced, with doubts at end, with hearts Which the wise know, and fear not. With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing! Knowing it so,--grieve when thou shouldst not grieve? Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing On Karna, Jyadratha; stay all their warlike breath! Action thou should'st embrace. Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Fight for the kingdom waiting thee when thou hast vanquished those. Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes!
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In birth, death, age, disease, suffering, and sin; There is "right" Action: that which being enjoined-- Drove the bright car, reining its milk-white steeds Who fills all worlds, Receive thou this aright! Or "The Book of Religion by the Threefold Kinds of Faith." Or "The Book of Religion by the Kingly Knowledge and the Kingly Fight for the kingdom waiting thee when thou hast vanquished those. The lore of all the learned, the seed of all which springs. And sighing,"I will not fight!" held silence then. O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! From Me hath all proceeded. Soul is Self's friend when Self doth rule o'er Self, To mortal men distributed, those natures spring from Me! Droops from such height; if thou be'st weak to set And honour, and sweet harmlessness, and peace which is the When that last step is reached! Whate'er befalls, and mirth, and tears, and piety, and thrift, Or "The Book of the Separateness of the Divine and Undivine." Gaze, as thy lips have said, None of them is in all the worlds, but it exists by Me! Thou wilt but slay the slain; Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. There be those, too, whose knowledge, turned aside The truth of things which be. The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee; And Endless Life, and boundless Love, whose power sustaineth each; Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- The "Soothfast" meat. Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou! Or "The Book of Religion by Renouncing Fruit of Works." Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old! A Kshatriya's pride, Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it seems! For not by Vedas cometh this, nor sacrifice, nor alms, And, knowing, thou shalt learn which work doth save Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing, Worship what shrine they will, what shapes, in faith--
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Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die. Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." I will to thee unfold I am the Spirit seated deep in every creature's heart; Grandsires and sires, uncles and brothers and sons, The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things; Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old! Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; For whose sake life was fair, and pleasure pleased, And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee some; Yet such abstraction, Chief! They knelt in worshipping the old world's far light, Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing Live where he will, He that, being self-contained, hath vanquished doubt, Striveth for Truth; and of those few that strive-- While the Prince wept despairing 'twixt those hosts, Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes! The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, In birth, death, age, disease, suffering, and sin; There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! The lordly-painted tiger; of birds the vast Garud, Whence endless harvests spring! Like the vain cloud, which floats 'twixt earth and heaven Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well, Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- Of Pitris, and, of those that judge, Yama the Judge I am; Droops from such height; if thou be'st weak to set O Archer-Prince! all hail! Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Receive and strive to embrace Since Soul that is Self's friend may grow Self's foe. Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel. Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering
Arjuna and the God in talk, and all this holy strain, The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, Yet such abstraction, Chief! Shall some time feel the sense-storms sweep, and wrest Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. When the mind dwells self-wrapped, and the soul broods Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First; Wonders unnumbered, Indian Prince! revealed to none save thee. The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die. Wherefrom who comprehends My Reign of mystic Majesty-- And Aswattha, the fig-tree, of all the trees that grow; Kuru Prince! There be those, too, whose knowledge, turned aside Knowing it so,--grieve when thou shouldst not grieve? With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing! The lore of all the learned, the seed of all which springs. Therefore I give thee sense divine. This was kept for thee alone! Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Have other eyes, new light! Those meats ye crave Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail My Nature, Who have made the gods and Rishis long ago; My changeful hues, my countless forms. Shut from sense-storms and burning bright to Heaven. Skanda; of all the water-floods the Sea which drinketh each, And Aswattha, the fig-tree, of all the trees that grow; By strength of faith. [Who will may have this Light; By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man, Maritchi of the Maruts, the Kings of Storm and Blight; Which breed sure griefs: those joys begin and end! Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound Time's self I am; of woodland-beasts-buffaloes, deers, and bears- By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon! With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing!
For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, . . . . . . . . . . . . Plant or still seed--know, what is there hath grown Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing, Lies in the mind which gives, the will that serves: Wonders unnumbered, Indian Prince! revealed to none save thee. Whence endless harvests spring! By strength of faith. [Who will may have this Light; From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean, Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old! Thence did arise, to fill this world, the races of mankind; See Me! see what thou prayest! Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound Or "The Book of the Separateness of the Divine and Undivine." And "That I wrought; "but--ah, thou strong-armed Prince!-- Therefore I give thee sense divine. Living or lifeless, still or stirred, whatever beings be, When the mind dwells self-wrapped, and the soul broods By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon! And Aswattha, the fig-tree, of all the trees that grow; Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! A Kshatriya's pride, Of flying steeds, Uchchaisravas, from Amrit-wave which burst; Or "The Book of Religion by the Kingly Knowledge and the Kingly By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man, Fight for the kingdom waiting thee when thou hast vanquished those. There be those, too, whose knowledge, turned aside In birth, death, age, disease, suffering, and sin; Or "The Book of Religion by Separation from the Qualities." Prince of the Kurus! By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, No gift of toil, that thief steals from his world." Shut from sense-storms and burning bright to Heaven. O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail And these are gained by reverence, by strong search, And thousand-fanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined
And unto these--thus serving well, thus loving ceaselessly-- Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Of weapons Heav'n's hot thunderbolt; of cows white Kamadhuk, With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning So is the high truth shown! Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; With life, with heart, with mind,-nay, with the help Root, leaf, and bloom--to make the woodlands green Or "The book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of sacred speech; Of flying steeds, Uchchaisravas, from Amrit-wave which burst; From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean, And, knowing, thou shalt learn which work doth save Prince of the Kurus! And thousand-fanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems Time's self I am; of woodland-beasts-buffaloes, deers, and bears- Therefore I give thee sense divine. On Karna, Jyadratha; stay all their warlike breath! And birth and death, and fearfulness, and fearlessness, and shame, And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech, Arjuna and the God in talk, and all this holy strain, Vasuki of the serpent-tribes, round Mandara entwined; 'Tis I who bid them perish! That sing in Heaven, and Kapila of Munis, and the gem With life, with heart, with mind,-nay, with the help I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine, And honour, and sweet harmlessness, and peace which is the . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, Yet such abstraction, Chief! And these are gained by reverence, by strong search, One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws Or "The book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." Which none save thou in all the years had favour to behold; For whose sake life was fair, and pleasure pleased, Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams;
I, who am all, and made it all, abide its separate Lord! And Rishis, Pitris, Manus, all, by one thought of My mind; Thence did arise, to fill this world, the races of mankind; Words on the uttering lips I am, and eyesight of the eyes, Of the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light, Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, Who fills all worlds, Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Thou wilt but slay the slain; Root, leaf, and bloom--to make the woodlands green Who fills all worlds, Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, Kuru Prince! Draw in their breath to feed the flame of thought, Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold! Behold! this is the Universe!--Look! what is live and dead So have they happiness and peace, with pious thought and speech; Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes! I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine, Like streams down-driven That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon; Knowing it so,--grieve when thou shouldst not grieve? Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen Kuru Prince! Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss, This was kept for thee alone! Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul, The wise in spirit cleave to Me, into My Being brought; "Thus much, to-day," they say, "we gained! thereby Yoked with white steeds, blowing their battle-shells, Blessing, and victory, and power, for Thy most mighty sake, Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes! And these are gained by reverence, by strong search, I will to thee unfold Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold, Thence did arise, to fill this world, the races of mankind; And unto these--thus serving well, thus loving ceaselessly--
>>216322868are u retarded
And honour, and sweet harmlessness, and peace which is the Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing, Have other eyes, new light! The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering Sun's heat is mine; Shut from sense-storms and burning bright to Heaven. Which none save thou in all the years had favour to behold; And, all for love of them, within their darkened souls I dwell, Of the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light, This that irks-- To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided What should be feared, and what should not be feared, Kuru Prince! Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- Since Soul that is Self's friend may grow Self's foe. And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of sacred speech; Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean, My marvel and my love and bliss. The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, That sing in Heaven, and Kapila of Munis, and the gem . . . . . . . . . . . . Which brings to light all beings that are to be on earth; The Seven Chief Saints, the Elders Four, the Lordly Manus set-- By those twain snares of Like and Dislike, Prince! My marvel and my love and bliss. Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! Striveth for Truth; and of those few that strive-- Victory I am, and Action! and the goodness of the good, Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death Sees with clear eyes! Hear farther yet, thou Long-Armed Lord! these latest words I say-- Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old! Of life itself seem sweet, bought with such blood? Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I,
>>216322919 feel bad for what lmao there is only two indians here and this nafri is keeping the thread up. yesterday it was up till evening whereas usually its dead by noon.
Yet how shouldst thou receive, O Prince! the vastness of this word? Yea! the Worlds,--seeing Thee with form stupendous, Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good. O Treasure-Claimer, And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, Action thou should'st embrace. And, knowing, thou shalt learn which work doth save Force, substance, strength, and health, and joy to live, The Slayer Time, Ancient of Days, come hither to consume; Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good. Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." Knowing it so,--grieve when thou shouldst not grieve? So have they happiness and peace, with pious thought and speech; Soul is Self's friend when Self doth rule o'er Self, Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- Or "The Book of the Manifesting of the One and Manifold." The splendour of the splendid, and the greatness of the great, The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine, Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, He that, being self-contained, hath vanquished doubt, Yoked with white steeds, blowing their battle-shells, O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. Sees with clear eyes! Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing, Arjuna and the God in talk, and all this holy strain, To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided Thus will he think-who holds the truth of truths-- Like streams down-driven And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- Thus gathered I the gracious speech of Krishna, O my King! Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st And sighing,"I will not fight!" held silence then. And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of sacred speech;
yeah bruv a nafiri would be in here spamming the satanic verses lolololol typical jeet logic, everyone who hates them is a paki, muslim, chink, or something else. dumbfucks.
>>216323089Dude, no regular human being is gonna spam this jeet thread like mad. But you guys have gone into overdrive since the world discovered that gay Zutt shit with Mohammed.
>>216323173heeeeeeeeere's the thinglow effortmaximum enjoyment
>>216323211>this nigga thinks people are bothered by his spamlmao
>>216323222>this jeet thinks pretending to be unbothered is going to demoralize someone who simply does not care
>>216323211Have you considered the possibility that Nafris live like shit because they let themselves be consumed by hate and cheap thrills instead of education, wealth maxing, gym maxing, etc?
>>216323235Why do you think I'll be bothered? My life doesn't depend on 4chan threads like you, Abdullah
>French Flag
>>216323248have you considered that I don't even know what a nafari safari is nor do I care?
>>216323256no need to tell you it's funnier if I don't
>>216323288>>216323301that only makes you more pathetic lmao
>>216323288>I don't even know what a nafari safari is nor do I care?Maybe you should care? I bet you'll get a good ROI in life if you started to care.
>>216323364you're never going to get it and that's fine by me, I never thought of you people as being very clever
>>216323407That's really strong, coming from a SEAjeetsy of course.
>>216323448I am a lot of things but I am not and have never been a jeet of any kind and for that I am quite thankful
anything else free to guess lmao you may be wrong you may be right I don't care I'm going to have my fun
>paying for a pass is my fun
Thou wilt but slay the slain; For not by Vedas cometh this, nor sacrifice, nor alms, Drawing still breath beneath calm brows unbending, Or "passion-stained," or "dark," as thou shalt hear! This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee, Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; The wise in spirit cleave to Me, into My Being brought; Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; And there be foods which bring By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon; Root, leaf, and bloom--to make the woodlands green Or "The Book of Religion by Renouncing Fruit of Works." Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," On GOD ETERNAL, VERY GOD! Since, Krishna! none save thou can clear the doubt. This is My glory, unveiled to mortal sight! Prince of the Kurus! Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faith-enlightened eyes, See! in this face of mine, Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- 'Tis I who bid them perish! Thus will he think-who holds the truth of truths-- Whate'er befalls, and mirth, and tears, and piety, and thrift, Of Pitris, and, of those that judge, Yama the Judge I am; Since, Krishna! none save thou can clear the doubt. For whose sake life was fair, and pleasure pleased, Arjuna and the God in talk, and all this holy strain, The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee; Knowing it so,--grieve when thou shouldst not grieve? Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee some; Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery: Of Pitris, and, of those that judge, Yama the Judge I am; And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel. Yea! knowing Me the source of all, by Me all creatures wrought, And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- And Rishis, Pitris, Manus, all, by one thought of My mind;
And Aswattha, the fig-tree, of all the trees that grow; Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing, Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold, Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! Blessing, and victory, and power, for Thy most mighty sake, Sharing My work--to rule the worlds, these too did I beget; Sun's heat is mine; The wise in spirit cleave to Me, into My Being brought; Intellect, skill, enlightenment, endurance, self-control, Draw in their breath to feed the flame of thought, Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted And wish to give, and will to help,--all cometh of My gift! Shall some time feel the sense-storms sweep, and wrest Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come Like streams down-driven Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! Of the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light, To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit for ever; Will deem 'twas fear that drove thee from the fray. I am the Spirit seated deep in every creature's heart; Plant or still seed--know, what is there hath grown Blessing, and victory, and power, for Thy most mighty sake, And these are gained by reverence, by strong search, Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, That sing in Heaven, and Kapila of Munis, and the gem Shut from sense-storms and burning bright to Heaven. This doubt that binds thy heart-beats! cleave the bond My changeful hues, my countless forms. Skanda; of all the water-floods the Sea which drinketh each, And "That I wrought; "but--ah, thou strong-armed Prince!-- With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Force, substance, strength, and health, and joy to live, And bitter Death which seizes all, and joyous sudden Birth,
Or "The Book of the Separateness of the Divine and Undivine." When that last step is reached! And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel. 'Tis I who bid them perish! Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, From Me they come; by Me they live; at My word they depart! Sees with clear eyes! . . . . . . . . . . . . Striveth for Truth; and of those few that strive-- Yea! knowing Me the source of all, by Me all creatures wrought, No longer be! Shall some time feel the sense-storms sweep, and wrest Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, Shall some time feel the sense-storms sweep, and wrest This was kept for thee alone! With wants, seekers of Heaven: which comes--they say-- That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen Drawing still breath beneath calm brows unbending, Gaze, as thy lips have said, This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee, Of the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light, The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering Or "The Book of Religion by Separation from the Qualities." Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul, Of months the Margasirsha, of all the seasons three Which the wise know, and fear not. Thou canst not!--nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! . . . . . . . . . . . . Prince of the Kurus! To mortal men distributed, those natures spring from Me! Or "The Book of the Manifesting of the One and Manifold." Whence endless harvests spring! Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." And birth and death, and fearfulness, and fearlessness, and shame, From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; Lies in the mind which gives, the will that serves: Soul is Self's friend when Self doth rule o'er Self, Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed,
>>216323475>I am a lot of thingsLike being a gaynigger Bisayawa faggot? It's 2025 buddy so there's no need to hide behind the closet.
That mortal eyes should bear to view the Immortal Soul unclad, Sun's heat is mine; O Treasure-Claimer, Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." Plant or still seed--know, what is there hath grown Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it seems! . . . . . . . . . . . . Of weapons Heav'n's hot thunderbolt; of cows white Kamadhuk, With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing! This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee, That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech, I gather all in one--in Me! Fight for the kingdom waiting thee when thou hast vanquished those. While the Prince wept despairing 'twixt those hosts, Receive and strive to embrace Since, Krishna! none save thou can clear the doubt. "Thus much, to-day," they say, "we gained! thereby Therefore I give thee sense divine. See! in this face of mine, Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; And sighing,"I will not fight!" held silence then. Shall some time feel the sense-storms sweep, and wrest Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good. And wish to give, and will to help,--all cometh of My gift! Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; And Rishis, Pitris, Manus, all, by one thought of My mind; And Rishis, Pitris, Manus, all, by one thought of My mind; And thousand-fanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined They had their recompense! they stored their treasure, Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," Yea! the Worlds,--seeing Thee with form stupendous, And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood Therefore I give thee sense divine. Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, Sees with clear eyes! And thousand-fanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The "Soothfast" meat. By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon;
Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. This that irks-- Shall some time feel the sense-storms sweep, and wrest Which none save thou in all the years had favour to behold; Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come Whate'er befalls, and mirth, and tears, and piety, and thrift, When the mind dwells self-wrapped, and the soul broods No gift of toil, that thief steals from his world." Plant or still seed--know, what is there hath grown 'Tis I who bid them perish! My marvel and my love and bliss. And bitter Death which seizes all, and joyous sudden Birth, Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; Live where he will, The worlds with wealth of life! Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; Thus will he think-who holds the truth of truths-- And "That I wrought; "but--ah, thou strong-armed Prince!-- Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- The lordly-painted tiger; of birds the vast Garud, Or "The Book of Religion by the Threefold Kinds of Faith." Or "The Book of Religion by the Threefold Kinds of Faith." Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! Behold! this is the Universe!--Look! what is live and dead By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon! Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good. Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! Not the great company of gods nor kingly Rishis know Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! Who--seeking nought, rejecting nought--dwells proof Have other eyes, new light! With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Sees with clear eyes! I give a mind of perfect mood, whereby they draw to Me; Behold! this is the Universe!--Look! what is live and dead Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes! Of Pitris, and, of those that judge, Yama the Judge I am; Of Daityas dread Prahlada; of what metes days and years, Have other eyes, new light! From Me hath all proceeded. There is false Knowledge: that which blindly clings
Victory I am, and Action! and the goodness of the good, Thus gathered I the gracious speech of Krishna, O my King! Yea! the Worlds,--seeing Thee with form stupendous, Who fills all worlds, On GOD ETERNAL, VERY GOD! Or "The book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die. With wants, seekers of Heaven: which comes--they say-- Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, And "That I wrought; "but--ah, thou strong-armed Prince!-- Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faith-enlightened eyes, Or "passion-stained," or "dark," as thou shalt hear! Prince of the Kurus! Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit for ever; This that irks-- Sun's heat is mine; Yet such abstraction, Chief! Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st And Memory, and Patience; and Craft, and Constancy: The "Soothfast" meat. Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st Soul is Self's friend when Self doth rule o'er Self, Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee some; Which the wise know, and fear not. . . . . . . . . . . . . The Light of Lights He is, in the heart of the Dark The Seven Chief Saints, the Elders Four, the Lordly Manus set-- Sharing My work--to rule the worlds, these too did I beget; A Kshatriya's pride, Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; Whence endless harvests spring! And power grew precious:-grandsires, sires, and sons, Behold! this is the Universe!--Look! what is live and dead Victory I am, and Action! and the goodness of the good, For not by Vedas cometh this, nor sacrifice, nor alms, Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, And unto these--thus serving well, thus loving ceaselessly-- The Light of Lights He is, in the heart of the Dark
Yet such abstraction, Chief! They knelt in worshipping the old world's far light, Yet such abstraction, Chief! Of months the Margasirsha, of all the seasons three A Kshatriya's pride, 'Tis I who bid them perish! One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws Therefore I give thee sense divine. Gaze, as thy lips have said, Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit for ever; Whate'er befalls, and mirth, and tears, and piety, and thrift, Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes! And power grew precious:-grandsires, sires, and sons, Those visible things! On GOD ETERNAL, VERY GOD! A Kshatriya's pride, Droops from such height; if thou be'st weak to set Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, Have other eyes, new light! Force, substance, strength, and health, and joy to live, Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, What should be feared, and what should not be feared, O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faith-enlightened eyes, Or "passion-stained," or "dark," as thou shalt hear! In all Thy worlds, east, west, and north and south. And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel. Or "passion-stained," or "dark," as thou shalt hear! Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold! Or "The Book of Religion by Renouncing Fruit of Works." The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! The realms of visible things--without their will-- Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, And bitter Death which seizes all, and joyous sudden Birth, The mind which apprehends and thinks; of Rudras Sankara; Have other eyes, new light! And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, 'Tis I who bid them perish! There is false Knowledge: that which blindly clings
Which breed sure griefs: those joys begin and end! Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean, Since Soul that is Self's friend may grow Self's foe. With wants, seekers of Heaven: which comes--they say-- . . . . . . . . . . . . Whence endless harvests spring! Shall some time feel the sense-storms sweep, and wrest Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good. Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, While the Prince wept despairing 'twixt those hosts, This doubt that binds thy heart-beats! cleave the bond Receive and strive to embrace Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things; With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning The lore of all the learned, the seed of all which springs. Those meats ye crave Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again! Knowing it so,--grieve when thou shouldst not grieve? Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st Receive thou this aright! See! in this face of mine, The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things; The Seven Chief Saints, the Elders Four, the Lordly Manus set-- Victory I am, and Action! and the goodness of the good, The worlds with wealth of life! The Yoga, being Yoga's Lord. And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood I will to thee unfold Thou wilt but slay the slain; In all Thy worlds, east, west, and north and south. He that, being self-contained, hath vanquished doubt, Therefore I give thee sense divine. Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, By those twain snares of Like and Dislike, Prince! 'Tis I who bid them perish! One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws No gift of toil, that thief steals from his world." And thousand-fanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul, Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts
The worlds with wealth of life! Behold! this is the Universe!--Look! what is live and dead Drawing still breath beneath calm brows unbending, Force, substance, strength, and health, and joy to live, Those visible things! Which brings to light all beings that are to be on earth; Thus will he think-who holds the truth of truths-- Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Drawing still breath beneath calm brows unbending, Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing I, who am all, and made it all, abide its separate Lord! Who--seeking nought, rejecting nought--dwells proof Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. . . . . . . . . . . . . Root, leaf, and bloom--to make the woodlands green And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel. Know Me 'mid planetary Powers; 'mid Warriors heavenly Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; Yea! knowing Me the source of all, by Me all creatures wrought, There is "right" Action: that which being enjoined-- Yea! the Worlds,--seeing Thee with form stupendous, Lies in the mind which gives, the will that serves: Fight! they must fall, and thou must live, victor upon this plain! And wish to give, and will to help,--all cometh of My gift! Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, Vasuki of the serpent-tribes, round Mandara entwined; Drawing still breath beneath calm brows unbending, Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First; Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- Intellect, skill, enlightenment, endurance, self-control, Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again! Time's self I am; of woodland-beasts-buffaloes, deers, and bears- And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel.
Thus gathered I the gracious speech of Krishna, O my King! And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine, O Treasure-Claimer, This that irks-- Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, O Treasure-Claimer, When that last step is reached! This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee, Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee some; From Me hath all proceeded. Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Shall some time feel the sense-storms sweep, and wrest Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, Time's self I am; of woodland-beasts-buffaloes, deers, and bears- Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean, The gods shall yield thee grace. Of weapons Heav'n's hot thunderbolt; of cows white Kamadhuk, Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! The realms of visible things--without their will-- Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing There is "right" Action: that which being enjoined-- So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold! They had their recompense! they stored their treasure, Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; My changeful hues, my countless forms. Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, And Memory, and Patience; and Craft, and Constancy: The lore of all the learned, the seed of all which springs. I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine, I gather all in one--in Me! Those spring from Passion--Prince!--engrained; and where With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing! Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss, Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! A Kshatriya's pride,
Force, substance, strength, and health, and joy to live, The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee; Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound Gaze, as thy lips have said, The truth of things which be. And thousand-fanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, None of them is in all the worlds, but it exists by Me! Since, Krishna! none save thou can clear the doubt. Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Thy thousand thousand arms, and breasts, and faces, This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee, The "Soothfast" meat. Thou wilt but slay the slain; Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! Living or lifeless, still or stirred, whatever beings be, Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death Striveth for Truth; and of those few that strive-- Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold, The lore of all the learned, the seed of all which springs. What its shape saith; and whence it springs; and, then Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; Those visible things! Shut from sense-storms and burning bright to Heaven. Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; Words on the uttering lips I am, and eyesight of the eyes, Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, Drove the bright car, reining its milk-white steeds Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old! O Archer-Prince! all hail! My Nature, Who have made the gods and Rishis long ago; Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things; Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed,
I, who am all, and made it all, abide its separate Lord! The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, Springing from sense-life are but quickening wombs By strength of faith. [Who will may have this Light; Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee some; When the mind dwells self-wrapped, and the soul broods Of weapons Heav'n's hot thunderbolt; of cows white Kamadhuk, Words on the uttering lips I am, and eyesight of the eyes, Hear farther yet, thou Long-Armed Lord! these latest words I say-- Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; Which the wise know, and fear not. Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old! Arjuna and the God in talk, and all this holy strain, From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, . . . . . . . . . . . . Or "The book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee, And, knowing, thou shalt learn which work doth save Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good. By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon; Or "The Book of Religion by Renouncing Fruit of Works." Wherefrom who comprehends My Reign of mystic Majesty-- Lies in the mind which gives, the will that serves: Those visible things! The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold, Some portions of My Majesty, whose powers are manifold! Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing What should be feared, and what should not be feared, Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First; . . . . . . . . . . . . Of the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light, And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- And, knowing, thou shalt learn which work doth save Wherefrom who comprehends My Reign of mystic Majesty-- Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, And "That I wrought; "but--ah, thou strong-armed Prince!--
Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! Or "The Book of Religion by Separation from the Qualities." Receive and strive to embrace Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die. Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean, I manifest for thee The whirlwind 'mid the winds; 'mid chiefs Rama with blood imbrued, There be those, too, whose knowledge, turned aside Grandsires and sires, uncles and brothers and sons, The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, Receive thou this aright! Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou! Those visible things! The Light of Lights He is, in the heart of the Dark Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul, Knowing it so,--grieve when thou shouldst not grieve? One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws Of weapons Heav'n's hot thunderbolt; of cows white Kamadhuk, Ground into dust and death! That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; And honour, and sweet harmlessness, and peace which is the And these are gained by reverence, by strong search, Whence endless harvests spring! Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- Or "The Book of Religion by attaining the Supreme." With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Soul is Self's friend when Self doth rule o'er Self, So have they happiness and peace, with pious thought and speech; Vasuki of the serpent-tribes, round Mandara entwined; Thus will he think-who holds the truth of truths-- What haunts thee in fond shapes, and would betray! The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee; See! in this face of mine, And Memory, and Patience; and Craft, and Constancy: Receive and strive to embrace
And sighing,"I will not fight!" held silence then. With life, with heart, with mind,-nay, with the help By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, Sharing My work--to rule the worlds, these too did I beget; And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, Of life itself seem sweet, bought with such blood? Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean, Have other eyes, new light! First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of sacred speech; O Archer-Prince! all hail! Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faith-enlightened eyes, And bitter Death which seizes all, and joyous sudden Birth, Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. . . . . . . . . . . . . I gather all in one--in Me! I, who am all, and made it all, abide its separate Lord! Not the great company of gods nor kingly Rishis know From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; The Yoga, being Yoga's Lord. Wonders unnumbered, Indian Prince! revealed to none save thee. I manifest for thee When the mind dwells self-wrapped, and the soul broods The Eternal, Sovereign, First! Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, From Me they come; by Me they live; at My word they depart! . . . . . . . . . . . . Those meats ye crave Those meats ye crave Or "The Book of Religion by the Threefold Kinds of Faith." Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; And honour, and sweet harmlessness, and peace which is the
By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon; For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold! The whirlwind 'mid the winds; 'mid chiefs Rama with blood imbrued, And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- They knelt in worshipping the old world's far light, My changeful hues, my countless forms. Thence did arise, to fill this world, the races of mankind; From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; That truth of truths--is thenceforth linked in faultless faith to Me: Thou wilt but slay the slain; Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faith-enlightened eyes, Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- Of prayers the prayer ye whisper; of hills Himala's snow, Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, Therefore I give thee sense divine. For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold, Grandsires and sires, uncles and brothers and sons, O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery: The gods shall yield thee grace. On GOD ETERNAL, VERY GOD! Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First; Who--seeking nought, rejecting nought--dwells proof And Endless Life, and boundless Love, whose power sustaineth each; The lore of all the learned, the seed of all which springs. They had their recompense! they stored their treasure, Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee some; The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering Time's self I am; of woodland-beasts-buffaloes, deers, and bears- And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of sacred speech; Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- Grandsires and sires, uncles and brothers and sons,
And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood The lordly-painted tiger; of birds the vast Garud, Fight! they must fall, and thou must live, victor upon this plain! In all Thy worlds, east, west, and north and south. Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well, With sins effaced, with doubts at end, with hearts That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel. Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided For not by Vedas cometh this, nor sacrifice, nor alms, There is "right" Action: that which being enjoined-- Therefore I give thee sense divine. Gaze, as thy lips have said, Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway-- He that, being self-contained, hath vanquished doubt, Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old! In birth, death, age, disease, suffering, and sin; No longer be! For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, Hear farther yet, thou Long-Armed Lord! these latest words I say-- No gift of toil, that thief steals from his world." Thence did arise, to fill this world, the races of mankind; Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss, When the mind dwells self-wrapped, and the soul broods By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon! And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of sacred speech; Since, Krishna! none save thou can clear the doubt. I manifest for thee By strength of faith. [Who will may have this Light; So have they happiness and peace, with pious thought and speech; Therefore I give thee sense divine. While the Prince wept despairing 'twixt those hosts, With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss,
Worship what shrine they will, what shapes, in faith-- By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon; I will to thee unfold The splendour of the splendid, and the greatness of the great, The truth of things which be. Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul, One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good. Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound "Thus much, to-day," they say, "we gained! thereby From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, The "Soothfast" meat. Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, Have other eyes, new light! And there be foods which bring Intellect, skill, enlightenment, endurance, self-control, Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts When the mind dwells self-wrapped, and the soul broods Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul, This is My glory, unveiled to mortal sight! Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First; This is My glory, unveiled to mortal sight! For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, Striveth for Truth; and of those few that strive-- And wish to give, and will to help,--all cometh of My gift! Their steadfast reading of the scrolls, their lore Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faith-enlightened eyes, Vasuki of the serpent-tribes, round Mandara entwined; Like streams down-driven And these are gained by reverence, by strong search, Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of sacred speech; And there be foods which bring By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon! I manifest for thee There be those, too, whose knowledge, turned aside Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery: Of prayers the prayer ye whisper; of hills Himala's snow,
Who--seeking nought, rejecting nought--dwells proof Or "The Book of Religion by Separation of Matter and Spirit." Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death With sins effaced, with doubts at end, with hearts My marvel and my love and bliss. Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," I will to thee unfold A Kshatriya's pride, No gift of toil, that thief steals from his world." With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Hear farther yet, thou Long-Armed Lord! these latest words I say-- And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- Or "The Book of Religion by attaining the Supreme." By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man, For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, Of Hari, visible and plain, there is no tongue to reach Receive thou this aright! Yoked with white steeds, blowing their battle-shells, So have they happiness and peace, with pious thought and speech; Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. What haunts thee in fond shapes, and would betray! Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering What should be feared, and what should not be feared, Who--seeking nought, rejecting nought--dwells proof With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing! Of flying steeds, Uchchaisravas, from Amrit-wave which burst; Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! Words on the uttering lips I am, and eyesight of the eyes, Like the vain cloud, which floats 'twixt earth and heaven
Which the wise know, and fear not. I give a mind of perfect mood, whereby they draw to Me; This doubt that binds thy heart-beats! cleave the bond Gaze, as thy lips have said, Which the wise know, and fear not. Who fills all worlds, And thousand-fanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou! I will to thee unfold By strength of faith. [Who will may have this Light; Which brings to light all beings that are to be on earth; Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die. See Me! see what thou prayest! With wants, seekers of Heaven: which comes--they say-- This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee, Knowing it so,--grieve when thou shouldst not grieve? The Eternal, Sovereign, First! Or "The Book of the Separateness of the Divine and Undivine." Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes! Thou canst not!--nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! And these are gained by reverence, by strong search, Receive thou this aright! Since Soul that is Self's friend may grow Self's foe. O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things; On GOD ETERNAL, VERY GOD! Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing, Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come While the Prince wept despairing 'twixt those hosts, Action thou should'st embrace. And honour, and sweet harmlessness, and peace which is the And sighing,"I will not fight!" held silence then. Of flying steeds, Uchchaisravas, from Amrit-wave which burst; Have other eyes, new light! For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, I gather all in one--in Me! Of weapons Heav'n's hot thunderbolt; of cows white Kamadhuk, Some portions of My Majesty, whose powers are manifold! Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all;
This is My glory, unveiled to mortal sight! Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." Vasuki of the serpent-tribes, round Mandara entwined; Of Daityas dread Prahlada; of what metes days and years, From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; And unto these--thus serving well, thus loving ceaselessly-- Action thou should'st embrace. Skanda; of all the water-floods the Sea which drinketh each, The "Soothfast" meat. Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss, And birth and death, and fearfulness, and fearlessness, and shame, And wish to give, and will to help,--all cometh of My gift! I will to thee unfold Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; Springing from sense-life are but quickening wombs Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; Words on the uttering lips I am, and eyesight of the eyes, That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, And Memory, and Patience; and Craft, and Constancy: That sing in Heaven, and Kapila of Munis, and the gem Refuge from birth and death, those have the Truth! Yea! the Worlds,--seeing Thee with form stupendous, Victory I am, and Action! and the goodness of the good, Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted There be those, too, whose knowledge, turned aside Maritchi of the Maruts, the Kings of Storm and Blight; Living or lifeless, still or stirred, whatever beings be, And thousand-fanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee; Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; To mortal men distributed, those natures spring from Me! See Me! see what thou prayest! I gather all in one--in Me! . . . . . . . . . . . . What haunts thee in fond shapes, and would betray! The truth of things which be. Not the great company of gods nor kingly Rishis know And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering
Receive and strive to embrace Receive thou this aright! By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon! The worlds with wealth of life! And, knowing, thou shalt learn which work doth save Therefore I give thee sense divine. The mind which apprehends and thinks; of Rudras Sankara; This that irks-- He that, being self-contained, hath vanquished doubt, Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,-- There be those, too, whose knowledge, turned aside With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Thence did arise, to fill this world, the races of mankind; I give a mind of perfect mood, whereby they draw to Me; By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon; Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech, Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery: None of them is in all the worlds, but it exists by Me! Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; And birth and death, and fearfulness, and fearlessness, and shame, The truth of things which be. Yet how shouldst thou receive, O Prince! the vastness of this word? Worship what shrine they will, what shapes, in faith-- Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Behold! this is the Universe!--Look! what is live and dead And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel. Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! Which the wise know, and fear not. Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss, The worlds with wealth of life! Arjuna and the God in talk, and all this holy strain, Shall some time feel the sense-storms sweep, and wrest And, knowing, thou shalt learn which work doth save Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, This doubt that binds thy heart-beats! cleave the bond This that irks-- The worlds with wealth of life! Will deem 'twas fear that drove thee from the fray.
That truth of truths--is thenceforth linked in faultless faith to Me: Or "The Book of Religion by attaining the Supreme." I manifest for thee Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing Those visible things! The mind which apprehends and thinks; of Rudras Sankara; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . From Me they come; by Me they live; at My word they depart! Who fills all worlds, Springing from sense-life are but quickening wombs The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Therefore I give thee sense divine. This that irks-- Like streams down-driven A Kshatriya's pride, Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! That truth of truths--is thenceforth linked in faultless faith to Me: There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! The realms of visible things--without their will-- From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of sacred speech; And Memory, and Patience; and Craft, and Constancy: That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, Skanda; of all the water-floods the Sea which drinketh each, When the mind dwells self-wrapped, and the soul broods And Aswattha, the fig-tree, of all the trees that grow; Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come Of the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light, And sighing,"I will not fight!" held silence then. Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well, Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Droops from such height; if thou be'st weak to set Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, Yet such abstraction, Chief! Time's self I am; of woodland-beasts-buffaloes, deers, and bears-
And Aswattha, the fig-tree, of all the trees that grow; Or "The Book of Religion by Separation from the Qualities." The Yoga, being Yoga's Lord. Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; So have they happiness and peace, with pious thought and speech; Skanda; of all the water-floods the Sea which drinketh each, Yea! knowing Me the source of all, by Me all creatures wrought, Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, Thy thousand thousand arms, and breasts, and faces, The splendour of the splendid, and the greatness of the great, Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faith-enlightened eyes, Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit for ever; I gather all in one--in Me! Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, Whence endless harvests spring! Some portions of My Majesty, whose powers are manifold! And there be foods which bring I give a mind of perfect mood, whereby they draw to Me; Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted My marvel and my love and bliss. Force, substance, strength, and health, and joy to live, Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee some; Intellect, skill, enlightenment, endurance, self-control, Kuru Prince! Live where he will, The Slayer Time, Ancient of Days, come hither to consume; Fight! they must fall, and thou must live, victor upon this plain! This was kept for thee alone! So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold! Lies in the mind which gives, the will that serves: By strength of faith. [Who will may have this Light; Maritchi of the Maruts, the Kings of Storm and Blight; One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it seems! Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well,
Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams; Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing, . . . . . . . . . . . . Or "The Book of Religion by the Threefold Kinds of Faith." Or "The book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." And there be foods which bring Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." From Me hath all proceeded. "Thus much, to-day," they say, "we gained! thereby I manifest for thee Know Me 'mid planetary Powers; 'mid Warriors heavenly Action thou should'st embrace. Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound And Aswattha, the fig-tree, of all the trees that grow; So have they happiness and peace, with pious thought and speech; Or "The Book of Religion by the Kingly Knowledge and the Kingly Words on the uttering lips I am, and eyesight of the eyes, . . . . . . . . . . . . Refuge from birth and death, those have the Truth! I give a mind of perfect mood, whereby they draw to Me; And these are gained by reverence, by strong search, Sun's heat is mine; Whence endless harvests spring! Striveth for Truth; and of those few that strive-- Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; I will to thee unfold The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, That sing in Heaven, and Kapila of Munis, and the gem Since Soul that is Self's friend may grow Self's foe. From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; The Yoga, being Yoga's Lord. Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, Worship what shrine they will, what shapes, in faith-- And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech, With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing! By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon! My Nature, Who have made the gods and Rishis long ago; . . . . . . . . . . . . That truth of truths--is thenceforth linked in faultless faith to Me: Prince of the Kurus! O Treasure-Claimer, Time's self I am; of woodland-beasts-buffaloes, deers, and bears-
Sun's heat is mine; Those meats ye crave Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! The lordly-painted tiger; of birds the vast Garud, By strength of faith. [Who will may have this Light; First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou! Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it seems! Or "The Book of Religion by Renouncing Fruit of Works." Action thou should'st embrace. What its shape saith; and whence it springs; and, then Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things; Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth--O my Prince! Like streams down-driven This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee, Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss, Kuru Prince! Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery: What should be feared, and what should not be feared, Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! The realms of visible things--without their will-- This doubt that binds thy heart-beats! cleave the bond And, all for love of them, within their darkened souls I dwell, None of them is in all the worlds, but it exists by Me! So is the high truth shown! Maritchi of the Maruts, the Kings of Storm and Blight; My changeful hues, my countless forms. And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- For whose sake life was fair, and pleasure pleased, Like the vain cloud, which floats 'twixt earth and heaven Skanda; of all the water-floods the Sea which drinketh each, Force, substance, strength, and health, and joy to live, Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old! With wants, seekers of Heaven: which comes--they say-- For whose sake life was fair, and pleasure pleased,
I, who am all, and made it all, abide its separate Lord! And sighing,"I will not fight!" held silence then. Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou! Draw in their breath to feed the flame of thought, See! in this face of mine, And Aswattha, the fig-tree, of all the trees that grow; Of flying steeds, Uchchaisravas, from Amrit-wave which burst; Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit for ever; The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee; Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; Have other eyes, new light! My changeful hues, my countless forms. Shut from sense-storms and burning bright to Heaven. Arjuna and the God in talk, and all this holy strain, Or "The Book of Religion by Separation from the Qualities." While the Prince wept despairing 'twixt those hosts, And Memory, and Patience; and Craft, and Constancy: Or "The book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." When the mind dwells self-wrapped, and the soul broods My marvel and my love and bliss. The gods shall yield thee grace. And Rishis, Pitris, Manus, all, by one thought of My mind; Kuru Prince! Receive and strive to embrace Hear farther yet, thou Long-Armed Lord! these latest words I say-- First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems O Treasure-Claimer, And sighing,"I will not fight!" held silence then. For whose sake life was fair, and pleasure pleased, Draw in their breath to feed the flame of thought, "Thus much, to-day," they say, "we gained! thereby The whirlwind 'mid the winds; 'mid chiefs Rama with blood imbrued, 'Tis I who bid them perish! What haunts thee in fond shapes, and would betray! Not the great company of gods nor kingly Rishis know Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First; For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, On Karna, Jyadratha; stay all their warlike breath! The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee; Ground into dust and death! Kuru Prince!
Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die. The Slayer Time, Ancient of Days, come hither to consume; The splendour of the splendid, and the greatness of the great, The wise in spirit cleave to Me, into My Being brought; Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee some; Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen The mind which apprehends and thinks; of Rudras Sankara; Or "The Book of Religion by attaining the Supreme." Strike, strong-armed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death Or "passion-stained," or "dark," as thou shalt hear! A Kshatriya's pride, Or "The Book of Religion by attaining the Supreme." So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold! Of the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light, From whose great milky udder-teats all hearts' desires are strook; Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation," Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold, Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss, Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; The realms of visible things--without their will-- And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon! The lordly-painted tiger; of birds the vast Garud, Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Thus will he think-who holds the truth of truths-- With wants, seekers of Heaven: which comes--they say-- . . . . . . . . . . . . Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound Sharing My work--to rule the worlds, these too did I beget; To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided That truth of truths--is thenceforth linked in faultless faith to Me:
Of prayers the prayer ye whisper; of hills Himala's snow, Worship what shrine they will, what shapes, in faith-- Or "The Book of Religion by Separation of Matter and Spirit." Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing, Like the vain cloud, which floats 'twixt earth and heaven Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; And, knowing, thou shalt learn which work doth save I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine, And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First; Live where he will, And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech, I manifest for thee What its shape saith; and whence it springs; and, then Of Hari, visible and plain, there is no tongue to reach Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. Thou canst not!--nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, Of Hari, visible and plain, there is no tongue to reach Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections." Or "The Book of Religion by attaining the Supreme." The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things; That sing in Heaven, and Kapila of Munis, and the gem One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well, Thence did arise, to fill this world, the races of mankind; A Kshatriya's pride, And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- Or "The Book of Religion by Separation of Matter and Spirit." Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing And there be foods which bring The whirlwind 'mid the winds; 'mid chiefs Rama with blood imbrued, Or "The Book of Religion by Renouncing Fruit of Works." Springing from sense-life are but quickening wombs Of Hari, visible and plain, there is no tongue to reach And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech, Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold,
None of them is in all the worlds, but it exists by Me! Have other eyes, new light! The Three Worlds quake; the lower gods draw nigh Thee; Drawing still breath beneath calm brows unbending, By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man, My Nature, Who have made the gods and Rishis long ago; They knelt in worshipping the old world's far light, And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood Whate'er befalls, and mirth, and tears, and piety, and thrift, I, who am all, and made it all, abide its separate Lord! Have other eyes, new light! Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First; Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First; He that, being self-contained, hath vanquished doubt, From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Action thou should'st embrace. Since Soul that is Self's friend may grow Self's foe. The Yoga, being Yoga's Lord. Receive and strive to embrace Thus gathered I the gracious speech of Krishna, O my King! I gather all in one--in Me! And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,-- Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul, Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen This was kept for thee alone! . . . . . . . . . . . . Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faith-enlightened eyes, Which none save thou in all the years had favour to behold; Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it seems! That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, While the Prince wept despairing 'twixt those hosts, Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, By great Vyasa's learning writ, how Krishna's self made known Of months the Margasirsha, of all the seasons three The Light of Lights He is, in the heart of the Dark Thyself!--Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway--
I am the Spirit seated deep in every creature's heart; Whence endless harvests spring! Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well, Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Live where he will, Their steadfast reading of the scrolls, their lore By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon; First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems Like streams down-driven None of them is in all the worlds, but it exists by Me! Thence did arise, to fill this world, the races of mankind; Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passion-bound, By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, The Yoga, being Yoga's Lord. Of months the Margasirsha, of all the seasons three To mortal men distributed, those natures spring from Me! Prince of the Kurus! One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws Lies in the mind which gives, the will that serves: Or "The Book of Religion by attaining the Supreme." Victory I am, and Action! and the goodness of the good, Like the vain cloud, which floats 'twixt earth and heaven Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, Of flying steeds, Uchchaisravas, from Amrit-wave which burst; Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die. Of months the Margasirsha, of all the seasons three Who--seeking nought, rejecting nought--dwells proof The mind which apprehends and thinks; of Rudras Sankara; I manifest for thee Droops from such height; if thou be'st weak to set Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake. Like streams down-driven This that irks-- Drove the bright car, reining its milk-white steeds With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Sees with clear eyes! Yea! the Worlds,--seeing Thee with form stupendous, Have other eyes, new light! Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail
The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things; They had their recompense! they stored their treasure, And honour, and sweet harmlessness, and peace which is the From Me they come; by Me they live; at My word they depart! Skanda; of all the water-floods the Sea which drinketh each, In birth, death, age, disease, suffering, and sin; Their steadfast reading of the scrolls, their lore Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Hear farther yet, thou Long-Armed Lord! these latest words I say-- Hear farther yet, thou Long-Armed Lord! these latest words I say-- One steadfast rule--while shifting souls have laws And there be foods which bring What the wise choose Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to each, First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems The truth of things which be. The Seven Chief Saints, the Elders Four, the Lordly Manus set-- Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again! Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine, Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power; Plant or still seed--know, what is there hath grown My marvel and my love and bliss. Thou canst not!--nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things; Of weapons Heav'n's hot thunderbolt; of cows white Kamadhuk, The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, And, all for love of them, within their darkened souls I dwell, Fight! they must fall, and thou must live, victor upon this plain! This is My glory, unveiled to mortal sight! The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the conquering
>>216323846> saar i won saar i wrote a wall of text so I won lmfao nafri even polcel american in this thread is laughing at you keep it up so I dont have to show up every hour and bump it kek
Blessing, and victory, and power, for Thy most mighty sake, Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, The Seven Chief Saints, the Elders Four, the Lordly Manus set-- By Me they fall--not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, The worlds with wealth of life! For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen See Me! see what thou prayest! Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come Who fills all worlds, What the wise choose Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; None of them is in all the worlds, but it exists by Me! By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon; Thou canst not!--nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, In birth, death, age, disease, suffering, and sin; Have other eyes, new light! Who fills all worlds, I, who am all, and made it all, abide its separate Lord! O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail . . . . . . . . . . . . Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chaunted With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning Of the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light, Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all; Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; The truth of things which be. Kuru Prince! Shut from sense-storms and burning bright to Heaven. Drove the bright car, reining its milk-white steeds Or "The Book of Religion by the Threefold Kinds of Faith." And Memory, and Patience; and Craft, and Constancy: Or "The Book of Religion by Separation from the Qualities." Refuge from birth and death, those have the Truth! Or "The Book of Religion by Renouncing Fruit of Works." That one-with organs, heart, and mind constrained, Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes! Droops from such height; if thou be'st weak to set "Thus much, to-day," they say, "we gained! thereby
>>216323926yeah bro I typed every single one of these posts by hand I have harry potter, the satanic verses, and bhagavad-gîtâ all memorized
>>216323820>NafriIt's a SEAMonkey anon.....
yall mfs never even heard of salman rushdie
Yea man, that Catholic Private School Education did wonders for a Bisayawa from the slums of Happyland for you to tell us that.
>>216324097to be able to*Fuck its 5pm and I want to go back home now.
>>216324126 i forgot about the time difference. less than 1 hour to arc raiders release. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gU7X0Qmj1gI
>>216324097you know nothing about who you are talking to but it's pointless to possess such knowledge anywaythink about it, is there anything about you I could say to you that could offend you within the context of a 4chan post? if there is then you need a change of perspectivethis also speaks to the interpretation of what trolling should be that I've seen floated in this thread, do you think the only purpose trolling should have is to offend people? if so what happens when they stop getting offended? you can't troll them anymore right? but what if there was another way?
>>216324297Idk man, for a Bisayawa, you must have felt like Einstein with how you spammed all that wall of text. I understand though. Being a Bisayawa, living in the slums of God knows where in Manila and being fed on a steady diet of pagpag, I'd be driven to do gay shit online just to take my mind off of my horrid condition.
>>216320908That game's gonna get FUCKED by cheaters
>>216324357you understand nothing lmao it's like you just showed up here yesterday. even if anything you said was true and I literally harvested meals from a dumpster I would not care. I am shameless. in an environment where identity means everything I do not care for mine at all. I could pretend I'm what you're saying and spam putang ina mo at you like I'm offended or some shit and you would be dumb enough to believe it.then I keep on trolling, you get the satisfaction of a single hollow "victory" while I maintain psychological control over you
Gawd I'm finally out of the office
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PaFPafetNwU
>>216324995CHICKY CHECKMICROPHONE CHECK
Get rid of Modi and the BJP, ally with China and import communism, or remain for ever a shithole.
>>216325101t.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSxuV_C083A
we should declare global jihaddie out taking the rest of the globe with us
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>>216325083 game is fun
>>216317834We call the Indo-Pak wars Monkey civil wars imc
>>216333407That's being far too kind to them. Scientists insist that humans evolved from monkeys. I damn sure didn't evolve from no jeet.
>>216333407funny, we call the whites warring each other pig wars
