Chapter XIV: Jaga-Naut

1. Joy in the city of great Jaga-Naut! Joy in the seven-headed Idol's shrine! A virgin-bride his ministers have brought, A mortal maid, in form and face divine, Peerless among all daughters of mankind; Search'd they the world again from East to West, In endless quest, Seeking the fairest and the best, No maid so lovely might they hope to find; . . For she hath breath'd celestial air, And heavenly food hath been her fare, And heavenly thoughts and feelings give her face That heavenly grace. {15} Joy in the city of great Jaga-Naut, Joy in the seven-headed Idol's shrine! The fairest Maid his Yoguees sought, A fairer than the fairest have they brought, A maid of charms surpassing human thought, A maid divine.

2. Now bring ye forth the Chariot of the God! Bring him abroad, That through the swarming City he may ride; And by his side Place ye the Maid of more than mortal grace, The Maid of perfect form and heavenly face! Set her aloft in triumph, like a bride Upon the bridal car, And spread the joyful tidings wide and far, . . Spread it with trump and voice That all may hear, and all who hear rejoice, . . The Mighty One hath found his mate! the God Will ride abroad! To-night will he go forth from his abode! Ye myriads who adore him, Prepare the way before him!

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3. Uprear'd on twenty wheels elate, Huge as a Ship, the bridal car appear'd; Loud creak its ponderous wheels, as through the gate A thousand Bramins drag the enormous load. There, thron'd aloft in state, The image of the seven-headed God Came forth from his abode; and at his side Sate Kailyal like a bride; A bridal statue rather might she seem, For she regarded all things like a dream, Having no thought, nor fear, nor will, nor aught Save hope and faith, that liv'd within her still.

4. O silent Night, how have they startled thee With the brazen trumpet's blare! And thou, O Moon! whose quiet light serene Filleth wide heaven, and bathing hill and wood, Spreads o'er the peaceful valley like a flood, How have they dimm'd thee with the torches' glare, Which round yon moving pageant flame and flare, As the wild rout, with deafening song and shout, Fling their long flashes out, That, like infernal lightnings, fire the air.

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5. A thousand pilgrims strain Arm, shoulder, breast and thigh, with might and main, To drag that sacred wain, And scarce can draw along the enormous load. Prone fall the frantic votaries in its road, And, calling on the God, Their self-devoted bodies there they lay To pave his chariot-way. On Jaga-Naut they call, The ponderous Car rolls on, and crushes all. Through blood and bones it ploughs its dreadful path. Groans rise unheard; the dying cry, And death and agony Are trodden under foot by yon mad throng, Who follow close, and thrust the deadly wheels along.

6. Pale grows the Maid at this accursed sight; The yells which round her rise Have rous'd her with affright, And fear hath given to her dilated eyes A wilder light. Where shall those eyes be turn'd? she knows not where! {18} Downward they dare not look, for there Is death and horror, and despair; Nor can her patient looks to Heaven repair, For the huge Idol over her, in air, Spreads his seven hideous heads, and wide Extends their snaky necks on every side; And all around, behind, before, The bridal Car, is the raging rout, With frantic shout, and deafening roar, Tossing the torches' flames about. And the double double peals of the drum are there, And the startling burst of the trumpet's blare; And the gong, that seems, with its thunders dread, To stun the living, and waken the dead. The ear-strings throb as if they were broke, And the eye-lids drop at the weight of its stroke. Fain would the Maid have kept them fast, But open they start at the crack of the blast.

7. Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia! where In this dread hour of horror and despair? Thinking on him, she strove her fear to quell, If he be near me, then will all be well; And, if he reck not for my misery, {19} Let come the worst, it matters not to me. Repel that wrongful thought, O Maid! thou feelest, but believ'st it not; It is thine own imperfect nature's fault That lets one doubt of him arise within. And this the Virgin knew; and, like a sin, Repell'd the thought, and still believ'd him true; And summoned up her spirit to endure All forms of fear, in that firm trust secure.

8. She needs that faith, she needs that consolation, For now the Car hath measured back its track Of death, and hath re-entered now its station. There, in the Temple-court, with song and dance, A harlot-band, to meet the Maid, advance. The drum hath ceas'd its peals; the trump and gong Are still; the frantic crowd forbear their yells; And sweet it was to hear the voice of song, And the sweet music of their girdle-bells, Armlets and anklets, that, with chearful sounds Symphonious tinkled as they wheel'd around.

9. They sung a bridal measure, {20} A song of pleasure, A hymn of joyaunce and of gratulation. Go, chosen One, they cried, Go, happy bride! For thee the God descends in expectation; For thy dear sake He leaves his heaven, O Maid of matchless charms. Go, happy One, the bed divine partake, And fill his longing arms! Thus to the inner fane, With circling dance and hymeneal strain, The astonish'd Maid they led, And there they laid her on the bridal bed. Then forth they went, and clos'd the Temple-gate, And left the wretched Kailyal to her fate.

10. Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia, where? From the loathed bed she starts, and in the air Looks up, as if she thought to find him there! Then, in despair, Anguish and agony, and hopeless prayer, Prostrate she laid herself upon the floor. There, trembling as she lay, {21} The Bramin of the fane advanced And came to seize his prey.

11. But as the Priest drew nigh, A power invisible opposed his way; Starting, he uttered wildly a death-cry, And fell. At that the Maid all eagerly Lifted in hope her head; She thought her own deliverer had been near; When lo! with other life re-animate, She saw the dead arise, And in the fiendish joy within his eyes, She knew the hateful Spirit who look'd through Their specular orbs, . . cloth'd in the flesh of man She knew the accursed soul of Arvalan.

12. But not in vain, with the sudden shriek of fear, She calls Ereenia now; the Glendoveer Is here! Upon the guilty sight he burst Like lightning from a cloud, and caught the accurst, Bore him to the roof aloft, and on the floor With vengeance dash'd him, quivering there in gore.

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13. Lo! from the pregnant air, . . heart-withering sight! There issued forth the dreadful Lorrinite, Seize him! the Enchantress cried; A host of Demons at her word appear, And like tornado winds, from every side At once, they rush upon the Glendoveer. Alone against a legion, little here Avails his single might, Nor that celestial faulchion, which in fight So oft had put the rebel race to flight. There are no Gods on earth to give him aid; Hemm'd round, he is overpower'd, beat down, and bound, And at the feet of Lorrinite is laid.

14. Meantime the scattered members of the slain, Obedient to her mighty voice, assum'd Their vital form again, And that foul Spirit, upon vengeance bent, Fled to the fleshly tenement. Lo! here, quoth Lorrinite, thou seest thy foe! Him in the Ancient Sepulchres, below The billows of the Ocean, will I lay; {23} Gods are there none to help him now, and there For Man there is no way. To that dread scene of durance and despair, Asuras, bear your enemy! I go To chain him in the Tombs. Meantime do thou, Freed from thy foe, and now secure from fear, Son of Kehama, take thy pleasure here.

15. Her words the accursed race obey'd; Forth with a sound like rushing winds they fled, And of all aid from Earth or Heaven bereft, Alone with Arvalan the Maid was left. But in that hour of agony, the Maid Deserted not herself; her very dread Had calm'd her; and her heart Knew the whole horror, and its only part. Yamen, receive me undefil'd! she said, And seiz'd a torch, and fir'd the bridal bed. Up ran the rapid flames; on every side They find their fuel wheresoe'er they spread, Thin hangings, fragrant gums, and odorous wood, That pil'd like sacrificial altars stood. Around they run, and upward they aspire, And, lo! the huge Pagoda lin'd with fire.

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16. The wicked Soul, who had assum'd again A form of sensible flesh, for his foul will, Still bent on base revenge, and baffled still, Felt that corporeal shape alike to pain Obnoxious as to pleasure; forth he flew, Howling and scorch'd by the devouring flame; Accursed Spirit! still condemn'd to rue, The act of sin and punishment the same. Freed from his loathsome touch, a natural dread Came on the self-devoted, and she drew Back from the flames, which now toward her spread, And, like a living monster, seem'd to dart Their hungry tongues toward their shrinking prey. Soon she subdued her heart; O Father! she exclaim'd, there was no way But this! and thou, Ereenia, who for me Sufferest, my soul shall bear thee company.

17. So having said, she knit Her body up to work her soul's desire, And rush at once amid the thickest fire. A sudden cry withheld her, . . Kailyal, stay! {25} Child! Daughter! I am here! the voice exclaims, And from the gate, unharm'd, through smoke and flames Like as a God, Ladurlad made his way; Wrapt his preserving arms around, and bore His Child, uninjur'd, o'er the burning floor.