The Little Clay Cart
Translated by Arthur W. Ryder
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The opening
PROLOGUE
Benediction upon the audience
His bended knees the knotted girdle holds, Fashioned by doubling of a serpent’s folds; His sensive organs, so he checks his breath, Are numbed, till consciousness seems sunk in death; Within himself, with eye of truth, he sees The All-soul, free from all activities. May His, may Shiva’s meditation be Your strong defense; on the Great Self thinks he, Knowing full well the world’s vacuity.
And again:
May Shiva’s neck shield you from every harm, That seems a threatening thunder-cloud, whereon, Bright as the lightning-flash, lies Gaurī’s arm.
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- The words
- Arthur W. Ryder's English translation, copied word for word.
- Left out
- The source library's header, footer and license
- The title page and opening pages before chapter 1, in 2 places
- Notes and pages added by translators, editors or publishers, in 2 places
- Page numbers and running heads from the printed pages, in 6 places
- Notes about a stage production
- A preface, foreword or afterword, in 2 places
- Closing line of the prologue
- The source website's menus, layout and notices
- Markers of Ryder's footnotes (left out)
- Ryder's running-head references to Parab (P.) and Stenzler (S.) set at the start of a paragraph
- Other material that isn't the author's
- Pictures and their captions