522 Translation of the " Vichitra Natak." [No. 7. 



And everlasting 

 Formless and spotless 

 Parent of each age. 

 Exterminator ! I bow to thee. 



Without body, unchangeable, eternal, boundless, never aged, peculiar, 

 never infantile, never youthful, neither rich nor poor, invisible, un- 

 marked, without colour, passionless, illimitable, without countenance, 

 nameless, houseless, playing with fierce brilliancy, never hostile, with- 

 out counterfeit, more devout than all Jogis, essentially pure. Invinci- 

 ble, fearless, desired by all, never-fated, undisguised without commence- 

 ment, yet infinite, perfect, bearing no enmity, primeval, friendly, filled 

 with abundance, glorious, tranquil, without affection, without deceit, 

 impartial, chaste, amiable and omnipresent. Vast, pure, invincible, 

 ancient, before all that has been and that will be, who knoweth neither 

 sorrow, nor anger, always new, unborn, aiding, well acquainted with all 

 things. Thou knowest of the past, the present and the future, obedi- 

 ence to thee, oh unchangeable One, never infirm. Obedience to thee, 

 thou God of gods, thou King of kings, who desirest power from no 

 one, thou eternal One, greater than all the potentates of the earth ! 

 Indescribable, inexhaustible, friendly, sanctified amongst saints, desir- 

 ing nothing, the chief of every enjoyment. 



Sometimes thou art as the principles of truth, of passion or of igno- 

 rance. Sometimes thou appearest as a man, sometimes as a woman, 

 sometimes thou art as an angel, at others, as a devil ; it often pleaseth 

 thee to assume various forms. Sometimes thou blossomest as a lovely 

 flower, or thou art a bee and goest thy way buzzing ; sometimes thou 

 speedest on the swift wings of the wind. How can I tell of thee who 

 art indescribable ? 



Sometimes as an echo thou reverberatest pleasantly, now as a hunts- 

 man thou killest with arrows. Sometimes thou art a stag, which 

 approaches the snare, sometimes thou art more beautiful than the God 

 of Love. No one can tell what form it may please thee to assume, nor 

 where thou residest, nor what disguise thou wilt choose to go about in, 

 none can call thee by thy name. Alas ! how can I tell of thee, who 

 art indescribable? Thou, who hast no Father, nor Mother, nor 

 brethren ; nor sons, nor grandsons. Thou, who wast never nursed ; 



