Classic Poem

As each one knew and loved him best, so each one saw the figure of the Lord.
The great warrior kings have seen him as it were chivalry incarnate.
The demons who in guile assumed the royal guise: to them the Lord appeared as Death.
The dwellers in His city saw the two brothers: their eyes beholding the jewels of mankind were blessed.
The women's hearts were filled with joy, each seeing Him fashioned according to her own desire.
His loveliness, wearing the fairest of all fair forms, bewitched their minds.
Vidosan have seen the Lord in the form of Virat—with countless faces, arms, feet, eyes, and heads.
Janaka's household too beheld him, as a near kinsman well beloved.
With Videha's king the queens saw Him as a babe: their love no words can tell.
The Jogis knew Him as the Eternal Essence, peace, purity unmixed and perfect light.
Hari's bhaktas saw the Brethren, the guardian deity of each beholder, giver of all bliss.
Even as of Sita gazing upon Rama, the deep bliss of their love no words can tell.