On Reading Books

Here's an excerpt from a talk given by Bhaktivinoda Thakura 

and later published as "The Bhagavat" 

Kedarnattha Dutta, Bhaktivinoda Thakura

We love to read a book which we have never read before. We are anxious to gather whatever information is contained in it, and with such acquirement our curiosity stops. This mode of study prevails amongst a great number of readers who are great men in their own estimation as well as in the estimation of those who are of their own stamp. In fact, most readers are mere repositories of facts and statements made by other people. But this is not study. The student is to read the facts with a view to create, and not with the object of fruitless retention. Students, like satellites, should reflect whatever light they receive from authors, and not imprison the facts and thoughts just as the magistrates imprison the convicts in the jail!

            Thought is progressive. The author’s thought must have progress in the reader in the shape of correction or development. He is the best critic who can show the further development of an old thought; but a mere denouncer is the enemy of progress, and consequently of nature. Progress certainly is the law of nature, and there must be corrections and developments with the progress of time. But progress means going further or rising higher. The shallow critic and the fruitless reader are the two great enemies of progress. We must shun them.

            The true critic, on the other hand, advises us to preserve what we have already obtained, and to adjust our race from that point where we have arrived in the heat of our progress. He will never advise us to go back to the point whence we started, as he fully knows that in that case there will be a fruitless loss of our valuable time and labor. He will direct the adjustment of the angle of our race at the point where we are.

            This is also the characteristic of the useful student. He will read an old author and will find out his exact position in the progress of thought. He will never propose to burn a book on the ground that it contains thoughts which are useless. 

No thought is useless. Thoughts are means by which we attain our objects. The reader who denounces a bad thought does not know that a bad road is even capable of improvement and conversion into a good one. One thought is a road leading to another. 

Thus, the reader will find that one thought, which is the object today, will be the means of a further object tomorrow. Thoughts will necessarily continue to be an endless series of means and objects in the progress of humanity.

            The great reformers will always assert that they have come out not to destroy the old law, but to fulfil it. Valmiki, Vyāsa, Plato, Jesus, Mohammed, Confucius, and Chaitanya Mahāprabhu assert the fact either expressly or by their conduct.

            Our critic, however, may nobly tell us that a reformer like Vyāsa, unless purely explained, may lead thousands of men into great trouble in time to come. But dear critic! Study the history of ages and countries! Where have you found the philosopher and reformer fully understood by the people? The popular religion is fear of God, and not the pure spiritual love which Plato, Vyāsa, Jesus, and Chaitanya taught to their respective peoples! Whether you give the absolute religion in figures or simple expressions, or teach them by means of books or oral speeches, the ignorant and the thoughtless must degrade it.

            It is indeed very easy to tell, and swift to hear, that Absolute Truth has such an affinity with the human soul that it comes through as if intuitively, and that no exertion is necessary to teach the precepts of true religion, but this is a deceptive idea. It may be true of ethics and of the alphabet of religion, but not of the highest form of faith, which requires an exalted soul to understand. All higher truths, though intuitive, require previous education in the simpler ones. That religion is the purest which gives us the purest idea of God. How then is it possible that the ignorant will ever obtain the absolute religion, as long as they are ignorant?

            So we are not to scandalize the Savior of Jerusalem or the Savior of Nadia for these subsequent evils. Luthers, instead of critics, are what we want for the correction of those evils by the true interpretation of the original precepts.

            God gives us truth as He gave it to Vyāsa, when we earnestly seek for it. Truth is eternal and inexhaustable. The soul receives a revelation when it is anxious for it. The souls of the great thinkers of the bygone ages, who now live spiritually, often approach our inquiring spirit and assist it in its development. 

Thus, Vyāsa was assisted by Nārada and Brahmā. Our śāstras, or in other words, books of thought, do not contain all that we could get from the infinite Father. No book is without its errors. 

God’s revelation is Absolute Truth, but it is scarcely received and preserved in its natural purity. We have been advised in the Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam (11.14.3) to believe that truth when revealed is absolute, but it gets the tincture of the nature of the receiver in course of time, and is converted into error by continual exchange of hands from age to age. New revelations, therefore, are continually necessary in order to keep truth in its original purity. 

We are thus warned to be careful in our studies of old authors, however wise they are reputed to be. Here, we have full liberty to reject the wrong idea, which is not sanctioned by the peace of conscience.

            Vyāsa was not satisfied with what he collected in the Vedas, arranged in the Purāṇas, and composed in the Mahābhārata. The peace of his conscience did not sanction his labors. It told him from inside, “No, Vyāsa! You can’t rest contented with the erroneous picture of truth which was necessarily presented to you by the sages of bygone days! You must yourself knock at the door of the inexhaustible store of truth from which the former sages drew their wealth. Go! Go up to the fountainhead of truth, where no pilgrim meets with disappointment of any kind. Vyāsa did it and obtained what he wanted. We have all been advised to do so.

             Liberty then, is the principle which we must consider as the most valuable gift of God. We must not allow ourselves to be led by those who lived and thought before us. We must think for ourselves and try to get further truths, which are still undiscovered. In the Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam (11.21.23) we have been advised to take the spirit of the śāstras, and not the words. The Bhāgavata is therefore a religion of liberty, unmixed truth, and absolute love.

            The other characteristic is progress. Liberty certainly is the father of all progress. Holy liberty is the cause of progress upwards and upwards in eternity and endless activity of love. Liberty misused causes degradation, and the Vaiṣṇava must always carefully use this high and beautiful gift of God.

            The spirit of this text goes far to honor all great reformers and teachers who lived and will live in other countries. The Vaiṣṇava is ready to honor all men without distinction of caste, because they are filled with the energy of God. See how universal is the religion of the Bhāgavata. 

It is not intended for a certain class of Hindus alone, but it is a gift to man at large, in whatever country he is born, and in whatever society he is bred. In short, Vaiṣṇavism is the Absolute Love binding all men together into the infinite unconditioned and absolute God. May peace reign forever in the whole universe in the continual development of its purity by the exertion of the future heroes, who will be blessed according to the promise of the Bhāgavata with powers from the Almighty Father, the Creator, Preserver, and the Annihilator of all things in Heaven and Earth.

             

            — From an English lecture delivered in 1869, at Dinajpur, West Bengal.

Sri Bhaktivinoda Thakura

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8 мая 2015 


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"Абсолютная Истина существует вечно, но её не могут познать люди, которые пока ещё не свободны от изъянов в своём восприятии реальности.


Нет сомнений в том, что Абсолютную Истину можно обрести - исключительно благодаря искреннему поиску Её - общаясь с теми мудрыми людьми, которые не имеют ничего общего с миром эгоистического удовлетворения чувств". 


- сказал в своё время профессор Нишикант Саньял из Ravenshaw College (один из ведущих последователей Его Божественной Милости Шрилы Прабхупады Сарасвати Тхакура)

Romance de Shakuntala: XI

Reunión

Mientras Kunti relataba su historia de Dushyant y Shakuntala habia pasado la noche. Un nuevo día amanecía. Pronto caminarían por los campos de muertos en donde miles de hombres fueron asesinados, sangre roja que manchaba la verde tierra. 

Los fuegos cercanos al río ardían mansos, el humo acre se mezclaba con la niebla. Yudhiṣthira se sentó paciente, sus ojos verdes estaban atentos a la historia de sus antiguo ancestro, el gran rey Bharat.

Kunti continuó, “El rey levantó la cabeza y vio que algo se movía entre los árboles ashoka. Una vestimenta blanca, una mano como de flor de loto. Escuchó el sonido de pies delicados que aplastaban la hierba tierna. Entonces una voz dulce como la de cualquier apsara, dijo, “¿dónde está mi hijo?”

"¿Donde está mi hijo?

“Ahí en el campo con un rey extraño que ha venido a visitarnos, mi señora,” dijo la nana.

“Llévame hacia él.” Dijo la voz

El rey miró de nuevo cómo ella pasaba a través del bosquecillo de ashokan. Vio el vestido rústico, simple, desgastado, la cara de una joven sencilla, de pelo negro como los abejorros  tejido en una trenza detrás de su cuello de alabastro. Era ella. No había duda. Parada frente a él con una sonrisa angelical estaba la chica que conociera en las arboledas de mango del ashram de Kanva hacía mucho tiempo. Era Shakuntala.

Y Shakuntala miró hacia su hijo que permanecía junto a su padre y dijo. “Quien es este hombre que retiene a mi hijo con su abrazo? Su amuleto debiera protegerlo.”

Y el niño dijo, “Madre, este hombre me ha llamado hijo. ¿Quién es él?”

Dushyant caminó hacia adelante, puso una rodilla en tierra y dijo, “Perdóname. Mi memoria estaba maldita. Y con la memoria perdida, te desdeñé. Hice algo muy cruel. Pero no estaba en sí. Por favor perdóname. Y ahora la memoria perdida es la tuya. ¿No me reconoces?”

"¿No me reconoces?”

“Soy yo, el rey Dushyant. Una vez descubrimos juntos el goce del amor. Hace mucho en los bosquecillos de mango junto al río cercano al ashram de Kanva ¿no me conoces? Soy el padre de este niño. Soy tu esposo. Soy yo Dushyant. La oscura locura se ha ido, mi memoria se ha restaurado. Veo ante mis ojos a mi único amor. Justo antes del vuelo de Rahu cuando el eclipse se va los demonios de la duda son destruidos y la luz continúa, para que las amorosas estrellas se acerquen a la luna y le den su luz.

La reunion de Shakuntala y Dushyant

Shakuntala se sonrojó. Dio un paso hacia adelante. Ahora podía ver su cara. Era de hecho el rey, su esposo. Su amargura se fue, el pesar tomó su lugar, luego el amor. “Es él,” pensó.

El niño Bharata miró hacia el hombre arrodillado frente a su madre y que la hizo ruborizar. “¿Quién es madre?” preguntó el niño. Shakuntala se cubrió el rostro con sus manos de loto y derramó lágrimas de dicha y vergüenza. “Pregúntale al destino, hijo mío,” dijo ella y lloró.

Y Dushyan arrodillado dijo, “Mi amada y leal esposa haz de perdonar las cosas que hice en mi locura. Desvanece la pena, deja que se desvanezca el pecado; todo fue una locura. La ceguera trabaja para sacudir el gozo del amor. En ocasiones confundimos una guirnalda con una serpiente. Por favor no me castigues por mi ignorancia. He venido a hacer las cosas bien, a corregir el error que en mi locura causé.”

Shakuntala se recuperó y dijo, “Levántate esposo mío. No ha sido tu culpa. Fue tal vez algo en las estrellas… pero deja ya que pase.”

Con esto, el Rey Dushyant se levantó. Se abrazaron de nuevo como sólo lo hacen los amantes perdidos. Dushyant enjugó una lágrima de los ojos de loto de Shakuntala.

“¿Cómo me has encontrado?” le dijo ella. “¿Qué trajo a tu memoria a tu esposa que sufría, si, como has dicho me habías olvidado, cómo pudiste recordarme?”

Dushyant elevó el anillo y sonrió, “Un milagro me restauró la memoria.”

“Ah sí, el anillo” dijo ella. “Lo perdí cuando cruzábamos el río. Que totas fuimos.”

“Úsalo tú,” dijo el rey. “Después de todo, yo te lo entregue a ti.”

“No tengo fe en los anillos,” le contestó ella. “Úsalo tú.”

“Sea entonces,” dijo el rey y la atrajo en un cercano abrazo mientras el niño pequeño sonreía.

Justo entonces se abrieron los cielos y la carroza de viento de Matali apareció como por magia. Su aeronave planeaba a un palmo por encima de la tierra.

Matali, Auriga de los dioses

“Felicidades” dijo el auriga de Indra, sonrió mientras se acariciaba el bigote. ¡Que reencuentro más apropiado. Ya tengo el permiso del sabio Kashyapa Muni. El gran sabio, el hijo de Marichi y progenitor de los dioses, el austero muni cuya cueva visitamos está listo para verte. Kashyapa Muni y su querida Aditi te recibirán. Están ansiosos por dar sus bendiciones a vuestra reunión.”

Shakuntala y Bharata