The Lenināmṛta, a Poetic Biography of Lenin in Sanskrit

I recently stumbled upon a fascinating piece of modern Sanskrit literary history in a library, the Lenināmṛta, a poetic biography of Lenin in Sanskrit.  It garnered a lot of interest when I wrote about it on Twitter, so I thought I should maybe just put the whole thing out here to generate more conversation.


The work is dedicated to “Sarasvati, the Divine Spirit of the ever-progressive and ever-unfordable eternal stream of knowledge and her sincere devotees of all time and all climes.”

I will probably write more on this in the future.

Thanks to IS for the pdf.



Improved Api chart!

Thanks to a lot of comments and constructive criticisms, I have uploaded a new and improved api chart!  With the important caveat that there are still other usages to consider, I think this will point students in the right direction most of the time.  That being said I do welcome other suggestions and comments.  Thanks to DB(1), DB(2), WC, VD’A, and especially to KA for helping with all the iterations!

Api Chart 3

I have also put up a scan of a Gonda article about api in case anyone wants to go deeper into it.




But what does api really MEAN?!

I spent a regrettable portion of my early years reading Sanskrit completely avoiding particles.  Luckily, in Sanskrit there are relatively few enclitics to worry about.  The two most important are api and eva.  Eva is far easier, being restrictive it means something like “nothing but” or “only”.  Api is a far more difficult beast, taking on different flavors in different situations.  To help that out, I have developed a simple questionnaire to help decide what sort of api one might have on their hands.  I’m not going to say this chart will always work, but I think it will point folks in the right direction most of the time.

Without further ado, the Api chart !!!

Thanks KA for making the lovely tree diagram!

Next I’m going to make a Buzzfeed quiz:  Which Sanskrit Particle Are You? (The Answer May Shock You, Until I Got To The End, And I Was Devastated, Scroll Through To Change Everything About Your Life)

The Illustrated Rājataraṅgiṇī

Announcing the publication of Sir Marc Aurel Stein’s Illustrated Rājataraṅgiṇī edited by yours truly:

The edition (1893) and translation (1900) of Kalhana’s Rajatarangini remain Marc Aurel Stein’s most lasting Contributions to the study of Sanskrit and premodern Indian history. While this work remains unsurpassed in modern scholarship, references in Stein’s private letters pointed to the existence of an updated and expanded version of the Rajatarangini, illustrated by photographs of various locales Mentioned in Kalhana’s history. These revisions and additions, Which stone called the Rajatarangini Illustrated in correspondence, were long lost Considered, HOWEVER this volume presents Marc Aurel Stein’s Illustrated Rajatarangini, edited from manuscripts kept in Oxford’s Bodleian Library. Appearing in print for the first time, the Rajatarangini Illustrated collects stone’s additions and corrections to his text and translation of Kalhana’s Rajatarangini. These notes are illustrated photographs of important sites in the Kashmir Valley taken by stone load on his tour of the Valley in 1940. This collection of photographs has been reassembled from collections in Oxford and the Hungarian Academy of Sciences in Budapest. The volume is completed with four reprints of important papers on the Sanskrit text Rajatarangini by Eugene Hultzsch. These papers served as catalysts for stone to rethink important textual variants in the Rajatarangini.

Author Obrock, Luther (ed.)
ISBN 978-3-86977-077-2
Pages 248 pages with 82 photographs and 2 folding maps
Edition 1 2013 Edition

A conversion narrative from Jāmī’s Yūsuf wa Zulaykhā in Sanskrit

In keeping with my recent obsession with finding Sanskrit translations of Islamicate literature, I present a very short selection from Srivara’s Kathakautuka.  In this selection, Yusuf (Sanskrit Yosobha, English Joseph) has been bought as a slave by a woman enamored by his beauty.  He explains to her that his beauty is transient and that she should look to the everlasting beauty of the one true God.  In Srivara’s telling this becomes a very Saiva experience, in which the woman becomes a wandering mendicant ascetic, it kind of reminds me of chapter five of the Kumarasambhava.  (Again this is a rough first attempt!  Suggestions welcome!)

Anyway Enjoy!

From Kathākautuka chapter 12:

“Know all of this that is seen endowed with many splendors to exist like a reflection in the mirror of Bhava.  Beautiful browed one, just as the mind, after beholding some reflection in a mirror, instantaneously runs there alone in order to decide about it, so too after seeing the universe, fixed and moving, created from his power of illusion, do the wise meditate upon Śambhu alone.  Fine-hipped lady, if [you have] a strong mental attachment to the appearance of beauty, see in your heart that the one recourse is the drunk god, charming.  Beautiful-browed one, once you see my beauty as transient—[and] your happiness—therefore look towards the stable [beauty] of Śambhu, containing everything.”

After she heard his speech she became as it freed from delusion.  At that instant she paid reverence to his lotus-feet again and again.  Then the thin-waisted woman gave up her fine elephants and her riches, took on a single ochre robe [of the mendicant], anointed all of her limbs with ash, gave up her affection towards family and went to the deep forest to perform austerities like a renunciant.  Her mind was cleansed through fasts and vows—each more difficult than the last.  Stainless, her body became purified through bathing at all of the sacred fords.  So the fair one became self-controlled while at the same time the austerity-rich [ascetics] became highly amazed.  Realizing their own selves (?) after hearing her amazing story, praising her, then they became bulls among sages.  After they attained the highest forbearance, through her teaching these wise men were unable to do any action at any time.  She performed austerities by which she attained the strength of Indra — it would be impossible to say anything about them even in one hundred years!

yad idam dṛśyate sarvaṃ nānākautukasaṃyutam  |  tadavaihi bhavādarśe pratibimbam iva sthitam  ||12.32||  yathā kiṃcit samālokya darpaṇe pratibimbitam  |  mano dhāvati tatraiva kartuṃ tanniścayṃ muhuḥ  ||12.33||  tathaiva sakalaṃ subhru jagat sthāvarajaṅgamam  |  dṛṣṭvā māyāmayaṃ śambhuṃ dhyāyanty ekaṃ manīṣiṇaḥ  ||12.34||  mānasaṃ ced varārohe rūpadarśanalālasam  |  paśyaikaṃ śaraṇaṃ mattaṃ hṛdi devaṃ manoramam  ||12.35||  dṛṣṭvaiva māmakaṃ rūpaṃ vinaśyat kiṃ sukhaṃ tava  |  sthiraṃ sarvagataṃ tasmāt subhru śambhor vilokaya  ||12.36||  iti tadvacanaṃ śrutvā gatamoheva sābhavat  |  tatkṣaṇāt tatpadāmbhojam praṇanāma muhur muhuḥ  ||12.37||  tatas sā gajaratnāni tāni tāṃ sampadaṃ tathā  |  vihāyādāya kāṣāyapaṭṭam ekaṃ sumadhyamā  ||12.38||  bhasmabhūṣitasarvāṅgā bandhusnehavivarjitā  |  vratājinīva tapase jagāma gahanaṃ vanam  ||12.39||  kṛcchrātikṛcchraprāka-vratadhūtamano ’malā  |   sarvatīrthāvagahena śuddhadehābhavat tadā  ||12.40||      

A Rough Translation of a Sanskrit Translation of a Story from the Thousand and One Nights

Here’s a selection from Kalyāṇa Malla’s Sulaimaccarita, produced in 15th c. Awadh.  The story might be familiar for those of you who have read the story of the Jinn and the Fisherman in the Thousand and One Nights

Long ago, there lived a righteous merchant named Dhanada, generous, and intent upon the values of his own family.  A certain sailor brought a miraculous parrot, five-colored and vivacious, from the islands and gave to him.  Taking him, the merchant deposited him into a fantastic golden cage, studded with gems, and nourished him as if he were a devoted son, possessed of all virtues, with various fruits and sugar lumps from sugarcane.  Skilled in every language and proficient in every type of knowledge, the parrot grew and grew, delighting his keeper.  His wife, wide-eyed, was unparalleled in beauty on the earth.  Rejecting her husband (vibhu) constantly, she became the mistress of others.  Constantly waiting outside the door for her lovers, when her husband went to the shop, she smeared a mixture of saffron and sandal a paste of musk on her breasts and went forth to her tryst.  […]

The parrot observed the wife living like so for days and days and became angry with her.  As he made known he was leaving the house, the [parrot] announced what he had seen earlier:  “O king, your wife is an unchaste woman, a [mere] store of flattery.  Day by day she enjoys herself with other men, meeting them joyfully.  Whatever excellent young man she sees, when he presents himself in front [of her], him she embraces, gives sexual pleasure joyfully, then sends on his way again.”

She plotted in her heart with her conspiring friends to kill the parrot who thus was constantly making known the daily events within the household.  Once the best of merchants heard the words [of the parrot] considering them true, he beat his wife with scoldings and lashings again and again.

Thus chastized, his wife was enraged, and perceiving a means [toward revenge] she placed chick-peas on a stone near the parrot’s cage and ground them with a loud sound.  From above there was a sprinkling of water on the body of the parrot.  In the darkness having lit a lamp she caused it to move [in front of him].  The parrot thought it was the thundering of the clouds reverberating with thunderbolts; he considered the falling of drops of water to be rain; he thought the quick flashes (paribhramaṇa) in the mirror near the lamp to be lightning.  Then he said respectfully to the merchant when he came,  “During the night, where were you? Were you not tormented by the rain?”

As soon as he had said “ There was so much rain last night!” [the merchant] said to the bird:  “Parrot, what’s this rain falling in the night?  Tell me, right away! Today you have become a liar—your speech has been found out!  Just so you must have spoken previously too, alas, always about my wife!”

Once he spoke thus, the merchant, the ends of his eyes reddened with anger, then, seizing a stick, struck the parrot in a rage.  After he killed the parrot without reflection, he saw the behavior of his wife, and afterwards, tortured, the merchant always lamenting, remembered the parrot, and was killed by regret (cintā).  So to will happen to you, o king…

purā viśalānagare dhanado nāma dhārmikaḥ  |  vaiśyo’vasad badhudhanī svakulācāratatparaḥ  ||4.89||  tasya* kaścic chukaṃ divyaṃ pañcavarṇaṃ mahaujasam  |  nāvikaḥ samupānīya dattavān dvīpasambhavam  ||4.90||  taṃ gṛhītvā vaṇig divye kāñcane ratnamaṇḍite  |  pañjare nyasya vividhaiḥ phalaiḥ puṇḍrekṣujair guḍaiḥ  ||4.91||  pupoṣa nirataṃ putram iva sarvaguṇānvitam  |  sarvabhāṣāsu nipuṇaḥ sarvavidyāviśāradaḥ  ||4.92||  vivardhata śukaḥ prītiṃ janayan pālakasya saḥ  |  tasya bhāryā viśālākṣī rūpeṇāpratimā bhuvi  ||4.93||  vibhuṃ nirasya satataṃ parakīyā babhūva ha  |  bahir dvāre sadā sthitvā kāminaḥ saṃpratīkṣatī*  ||4.94||  vipaṇiṃ gatavati nāthe vividhālaṃkārasaṃkumuda*paṅkam  |  kuṃkumacandanamiśraṃ liptvā kucayoḥ prayāti saṃketam  ||4.95||  madanabhūtaparājitamānasā vadarājitamauktikacitrakā  |  sadanamāgatakāmukamaṇḍalīhṛdayarañjanam ācaratī* babhau  ||4.96|| […]  evaṃ vasantīṃ gṛhiṇīṃ dine dine vilokya kīraḥ pracukopa tāṃ prati  |  gṛhāgatāyāśu nivedayad* yathā tathā purā dṛṣṭam upetya so viśe  ||4.98||  taveyaṃ gṛhiṇī deva kulaṭā caṭulāśayā  |  ahardivaṃ paraiḥ puṃbhī ramate militā mudā  ||4.99||  yaṃ yaṃ paśyati puruṣaṃ taruṇaṃ śaraṇāgataṃ paraṃ purataḥ  |  taṃ taṃ parirabhya mudā datvā rataṃ punaḥ preṣayati  ||4.100||  evaṃ pratyaham antargṛhavṛttaṃ bodhayantam anuvelam  |  hantuṃ śukam ātmani sā cintām akarot sakhībhir anvartham  ||4.101||  śrutvā śukavacaḥ satyaṃ manvāno vaiśyasattamaḥ  |  dārān santāḍayām āsa tarjanair marjanair muhuḥ  ||4.102||  evaṃ santarjitā tasya gṛhiṇī krodhasaṃyutā  |  upāyaṃ kañcid ālocya śukapañjarasannidhau  ||4.103||  caṇakān upale kṣiptvā pipeṣa dhvanim udvaman*  |  upariṣṭāc chukasyāṅge vavarṣodakavipruṣaḥ  ||4.104||  timire dīpam uddīpya darpaṇaṃ bhrāmayat*puraḥ  |  śilācakradhvaniṃ megharāvaṃ mene śukas tadā  ||4.105||  ambhaḥ pṛṣatkapatanaṃ varṣodakam amanyata  |  dīpāntikādarśaparibhramaṇaṃ vidyud ity ayam  ||4.106||  mene tataḥ samāyātaṃ vaiśyam āha sa sādaram  |  niśāyāṃ kva sthito ’si vṛṣṭyā kiṃ nu na cārditaḥ  ||4.107||  rātryāṃ vṛṣṭir mahaty āsīd ity uktaḥ prāha* taṃ khagam  |  kva vṛṣṭiḥ patitā rātryāṃ śuka tūṣṇīṃ* bravīṣi mām  ||4.108||  mṛṣāvādī bhavān adya vijñātaṃ bhāṣitaṃ tava  |  evam eva purāpi tvam uktavān ayi nityaśaḥ  ||4.109||  majjāyāṃ praty apīty uktvā krodharaktāntalocanaḥ  |  jaghāna daṇḍam ādāya śukaṃ kopād athorujaḥ  ||4.110||  avicārya śukaṃ hatvā dṛṣṭvā ca gṛhiṇīgatim  |  paścat tāpasamāyuktaḥ śukam smṛtvā rudan sadā  ||4.111||  mamāra cintayā vaiśyas tathā tvam api bhūpatiḥ


Quote of the Day: T.S. Eliot on understanding Indian philosophy

My first encounter with Sanskrit came from a precocious and confused reading of The Waste Land as a teenager.  I was recently thinking about his famous borrowing of the phrase datta, dayadhvam, damyata (give, sympathize, control yourself) which I hope to write about.  I came upon this quote.  Discuss.

“Two years spent in the study of Sanskrit under Charles Lanman and a year in the mazes of Patanjali’s metaphysics under the  guidance of James Woods, left me in a state of enlightened mystification.  A good half of the effort of understanding what the Indian philosophers were after — and their subtleties make most of the great European philosophers look like schoolboys — lay in trying to erase from my mind all the categories and kinds of distinction common to European philosophy at the time of the Greeks.  My previous and concomitant study of European philosophy was hardly better than an obstacle.  And I came to the conclusion … that my only hope of really penetrating to the heart of that mystery would lie in forgetting how to think and feel as an American or a European: which, for practical as well as sentimental reasons, I did not wish to do.”

After the Strange Gods, 43-44