Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Asia: Vols. XXI–XXIII. 1876–79.
Hymn to Durga
By Sir William Jones (17461794)F
Adored Ganésa; next, thy sire we praise
(Him, from whose red clustering hair
A new-born crescent sheds propitious rays,
Fair as Ganga’s curling foam),
Dread Is’wara; who loved o’er awful mountains,
Rapt in prescience deep, to roam,
But chiefly those, whence holy rivers gush,
Bright from their secret fountains,
And o’er the realms of Brahma rush.
And lose their summits in blue fields of day,
Fashioned first, when rolling Time,
Vast infant, in his golden cradle lay,
Bidding endless ages run
And wreathe their giant heads in snows eternal
Gilt by each revolving sun;
Though neither morning beam, nor noontide glare,
In wintry sign or vernal,
Their adamantine strength impair;
Could thrill the palace, where their monarch reigned
On his frost-impearléd seat,
(Such height had unremitted virtue gained!)
Himalaya, to whom a lovely child,
Sweet Parvatì, sage Mena bore,
Who now, in earliest bloom, saw heaven adore
Her charms, earth languish till she smiled.