What wonder, as the ancient writings say, That nature to her inmost depths was stirred, And as he passed the birds burst forth in song, Fearless of hawk or kite that hovered near? What wonder that the beasts of field and wood, And all the jungle's savage denizens, Gathered in groups and gamboled fearlessly, Leopards with kids and wolves with skipping lambs? For he who rode alone, bowed down and sad, Taught millions, crores[3] of millions, yet unborn To treat with kindness every living thing. What wonder that the deepest hells were stirred? What wonder that the heavens were filled with joy? For he, bowed down with sorrow, going forth, Shall come with joy and teach all men the way From earth's sad turmoil to Nirvana's rest. [1]In the "Light of Asia" the prince is made to leave his young wife before the birth of their son, saying: "Whom, if I wait to bless, my heart will fail,"--a piece of cowardice hardly consistent with my conception of that brave and self-denying character. [2]In the "Light of Asia," the prince, after leaving his young wife, is made to pass through a somewhat extensive harem _en deshabille_, which is described with voluptuous minuteness. Although there are some things in later Buddhistic literature that seem to justify it, I can but regard the introduction of an institution so entirely alien to every age, form and degree of Aryan civilization and so inconsistent with the tender conjugal love which was the strongest tie to his beloved home, as a serious blot on that beautiful poem and as inconsistent with its whole theory, for no prophet ever came from a harem. [3]A crore is ten millions. BOOK IV.