Thus it appears fiat the
sweltering inhabitants of Charles-
ton and New Orleans, of
Madras and Bombay and Calcutta,
drink at my well. In the
morning I bathe my intellect in the
stupendous and
cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat-Geeta,
since whose composition
years of the gods have elapsed, and
in comparison with which
our modern world and its literature
seem puny and trivial ;
and I doubt if that philosophy is not to
be referred to a
previous state of existence, so remote is its
sublimity from our
conceptions. I lay down the book and go
to my well for water,
and lo! there I meet the servant of the
Bramin, priest of Brahma
and Vishnu and Indra, who still
sits in his temple on
the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells
at the root of a tree
with his crust and water jug. I meet his
servant come to draw
water for his master, and our buckets
as it were grate
together in the same well. The pure Walden
water is mingled with
the sacred water of the Ganges. With
favoring winds it is
wafted past the site of the fabulous islands
of Atlantis and the
Hesperides, makes the periplus of Hanno/
and, floating by Ternate
and Tidore and the mouth of the
Persian Gulf, melts in
the tropic gales of the Indian seas, and
\s landed in ports of
which Alexander only heard the names ¡
ምንም አስተያየቶች የሉም:
አስተያየት ይለጥፉ