Canto

It sounds like it's something you haven't done so far, but that's not right.

I mean, you translated the Tenth Canto and you worked with other parts of the Bhagavatam as well.

But what's your plan for this svadhyaya now in the future when you retire?

Well, let me say, I mean, I studied it daily for many years, but then in academe, you know, I translated the 10th book.

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Section one of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto four.

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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage by George Gordon, Lord Byron.

Canto the fourth, verses one to nineteen.

I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and the dying glory smiles, O'er the far times when many a subject land Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sat in state, throned on her hundred isles.