Stars

Throughout the ages, man has looked to the stars. For inspiration, forecast, even belonging. The stars are the companions of the night, and in so are the keepers of histories for the ancients.

Mythologies have taken many a page from these stars and groomed them to galore and eternal regale.

The constellations of sky

All the notable stars in the sky are listed across different cultures. Over time, I’ll keep expanding more information about them in terms of mythologies and astrology.

The constellations are listed in 12 quadrants (which in Sanskrit used to be known as Vithi). 30 degrees, east to west. In each of them, the constellations are ordered north to south. This should be indicative of their positions to each other, up to down, for cognition.

Click on the names of the constellation, you’ll be taken to the post. The smaller ones with few or no significant stars are clubbed together in the same post, but will appear differently in this list. The Sanskrit name for all of them is given, along with few other names for them. More details will keep getting updated periodically.

The stars through the zodiac :

Aries

Taurus

Gemini

Cancer

Leo

Virgo

Libra

Scorpio

Sagittarius

Capricorn

Aquarius

Pisces

There can be found a few articles on the stars, specifically from Indian astronomy and mythology.

Go through the list and see if it interests you.

And some poetry on the stars

This week's transits of the Zodiac

A coat of quotes and passing poetry

Why thus longing, thus forever sighing

For the far off, unattained, and dim,

While the beautiful, all round thee lying,

Offers up its low perpetual hymn?

Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching, All thy restless yearnings it would still; Leaf and flower and laden bee are preaching.

Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill.

Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee

Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw,

If no silken cord of love hath bound thee.

To some little world through weal and woe;

If no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten, — No fond voices answer to thine own;

If no brother's sorrow thou canst lighten

By daily sympathy and gentle tone.

Not by deeds that win the crowd's applauses, Not by works that gain thee world-renown,

Not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses, Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown.

Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely,

Every day a rich reward will give;

Thou wilt find, by hearty striving only,

And truly loving, thou canst truly live.

Dost thou revel in the rosy morning,

When all nature hails the Lord of light,

And his smile, the mountain-tops adorning,

Robes yon fragrant fields in radiance bright?

Other hands may grasp the field and forest,

Proud proprietors in pomp may shine;

But with fervent love if thou adorest, Thou art wealthier,—all the world is thine.

Yet if through earth's wide domains thou rovest,

Sighing that they are not thine alone.

Not those fair fields, but thyself thou lovest,

And their beauty and thy wealth are gone.

Nature wears the color of the spirit;

Sweetly to her worshipper she sings;

All the glow, the grace she doth inherit,

Round her trusting child she fondly flings.

Why thus longing | Harriet Winslow Sewall