1850.] Translation of the " Vichitra Ndtak." 523 



without family, kindred, or friends, without a house, without an army, 

 without followers. Powerful over all kings, Lord of all lords. 



Mighty Time ! 

 In thy left hand is a bow, in thy right a sword exceedingly bright in 

 appearance ; thy teeth are firm set, and innumerable, they devour thou- 

 sands. Thy kettledrum is for ever sounding, a white canopy is above 

 thy head, thou art ever merry, and thy diadem glistens brightly, thy 

 voice is tremendous, and thy horn resounds like the howlings of the 

 damned amidst the flames at the judgment day. 



Time's bell sounds louder, than Heaven's thunder, 



The sea, so mighty, hears it and is still ; 



His necklace ringing, his anklets' jingling, 



Tho' loudly sounding, create no alarm, 



How bright his chaplet ! &iva sees it abashed, 



It's colours resplendent, perfectly chaste, 



And his gold earrings charm all who behold. 



Time created all classes of things. Mammillary, oviparous, vivipar- 

 ous, mineral and vegetable. He is the Maker of the world and of 

 every portion of the four quarters ; he made the earth and the ocean. 

 He composed the Vedas, the Koran and the Puranas. He formed the 

 day and the night, the Sun and the Moon, Angels and Devils, and 

 warriors ; with his iron pen, He marks each man's fate on his fore- 

 head. The most powerful succumb to Time ! 



He has produced many, and exterminated many, and reproduced, 

 but to destroy again. Who knows the extent of his kindness, which 

 thousands have experienced and daily are experiencing ? 



Time has fashioned many like Krishna ; he has created and destroyed 

 several like Rama ; Mohammads likewise in abundance, who, when their 

 days were numbered, died. How many wise men have passed away ; 

 but Time who conquers all and every thing, remains unvanquished 

 still. Ramas, Krishnas, Vishnus, all have vanished from the face of 

 the earth, but Time remaineth yet ! 



The dwellers in heaven, the inhabitants of the moon, have, in their 

 turns, been destroyed by time. Every Sage and every Philosopher 

 must submit to his devouring jaws. From the days of Mandhata even 

 until now, every prince has been and is subject to Time. 



