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The BHAGAVADGITA

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CHAPTER I 

CHAPTER II 

CHAPTER III 

CHAPTER IV 

CHAPTER V 

CHAPTER VI 

CHAPTER VII 

CHAPTER VIII 

CHAPTER IX 

CHAPTER X 

CHAPTER XI 

CHAPTER XII 

CHAPTER XIII 

CHAPTER XIV 

CHAPTER XV 

CHAPTER XVI 

CHAPTER XVII 

CHAPTER XVIII  

CHAPTER I

      Dhritirashtra. Ranged thus for battle on the sacred plain

   On Kurukshetra say, Sanjaya! say

   What wrought my people, and the Pandavas?

      Sanjaya. When he beheld the host of Pandavas,

   Raja Duryodhana to Drona drew,

   And spake these words: "Ah, Guru! see this line,

   How vast it is of Pandu fightingmen,

   Embattled by the son of Drupada,

   Thy scholar in the war! Therein stand ranked

   Chiefs like Arjuna, like to Bhima chiefs,

   Benders of bows; Virata, Yuyudhan,

   Drupada, eminent upon his car,

   Dhrishtaket, Chekitan, Kasi's stout lord,

   Purujit, Kuntibhoj, and Saivya,

   With Yudhamanyu, and Uttamauj

   Subhadra's child; and Drupadi's; all famed!

   All mounted on their shining chariots!

   On our side, too, thou best of Brahmans! see

   Excellent chiefs, commanders of my line,

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Whose names I joy to count: thyself the first,

   Then Bhishma, Karna, Kripa fierce in fight,

   Vikarna, Aswatthaman; next to these

   Strong Saumadatti, with full many more

   Valiant and tried, ready this day to die

   For me their king, each with his weapon grasped,

   Each skilful in the field. Weakest meseems

   Our battle shows where Bhishma holds command,

   And Bhima, fronting him, something too strong!

   Have care our captains nigh to Bhishma's ranks

   Prepare what help they may! Now, blow my shell!"

      Then, at the signal of the aged king,

   With blare to wake the blood, rolling around

   Like to a lion's roar, the trumpeter

   Blew the great Conch; and, at the noise of it,

   Trumpets and drums, cymbals and gongs and horns

   Burst into sudden clamour; as the blasts

   Of loosened tempest, such the tumult seemed!

   Then might be seen, upon their car of gold

   Yoked with white steeds, blowing their battleshells,

   Krishna the God, Arjuna at his side:

   Krishna, with knotted locks, blew his great conch

   Carved of the "Giant's bone;" Arjuna blew

   Indra's loud gift; Bhima the terrible

   Wolfbellied Bhima blew a long reedconch;

   And Yudhisthira, Kunti's blameless son,

   Winded a mighty shell, "Victory's Voice;"

   And Nakula blew shrill upon his conch

   Named the "Sweetsounding," Sahadev on his

   Called "Gembedecked," and Kasi's Prince on his.

   Sikhandi on his car, Dhrishtadyumn,

   Virata, Satyaki the Unsubdued,

   Drupada, with his sons, (O Lord of Earth!)

   Longarmed Subhadra's children, all blew loud,

   So that the clangour shook their foemen's hearts,

   With quaking earth and thundering heav'n.

                                                    Then 'twas

   Beholding Dhritirashtra's battle set,

   Weapons unsheathing, bows drawn forth, the war

   Instant to break Arjun, whose ensignbadge

   Was Hanuman the monkey, spake this thing

   To Krishna the Divine, his charioteer:

   "Drive, Dauntless One! to yonder open ground

   Betwixt the armies; I would see more nigh

   These who will fight with us, those we must slay

   Today, in war's arbitrament; for, sure,

   On bloodshed all are bent who throng this plain,

   Obeying Dhritirashtra's sinful son."

      Thus, by Arjuna prayed, (O Bharata!)


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Between the hosts that heavenly Charioteer

   Drove the bright car, reining its milkwhite steeds

   Where Bhishma led, and Drona, and their Lords.

   "See!" spake he to Arjuna, "where they stand,

   Thy kindred of the Kurus:" and the Prince

   Marked on each hand the kinsmen of his house,

   Grandsires and sires, uncles and brothers and sons,

   Cousins and sonsinlaw and nephews, mixed

   With friends and honoured elders; some this side,

   Some that side ranged: and, seeing those opposed,

   Such kith grown enemies Arjuna's heart

   Melted with pity, while he uttered this:

      Arjuna. Krishna! as I behold, come here to shed

   Their common blood, yon concourse of our kin,

   My members fail, my tongue dries in my mouth,

   A shudder thrills my body, and my hair

   Bristles with horror; from my weak hand slips

   Gandiv, the goodly bow; a fever burns

   My skin to parching; hardly may I stand;

   The life within me seems to swim and faint;

   Nothing do I foresee save woe and wail!

   It is not good, O Keshav! nought of good

   Can spring from mutual slaughter! Lo, I hate

   Triumph and domination, wealth and ease,

   Thus sadly won! Aho! what victory

   Can bring delight, Govinda! what rich spoils

   Could profit; what rule recompense; what span

   Of life itself seem sweet, bought with such blood?

   Seeing that these stand here, ready to die,

   For whose sake life was fair, and pleasure pleased,

   And power grew precious: grandsires, sires, and sons,

   Brothers, and fathersinlaw, and sonsinlaw,

   Elders and friends! Shall I deal death on these

   Even though they seek to slay us? Not one blow,

   O Madhusudan! will I strike to gain

   The rule of all Three Worlds; then, how much less

   To seize an earthly kingdom! Killing these

   Must breed but anguish, Krishna! If they be

   Guilty, we shall grow guilty by their deaths;

   Their sins will light on us, if we shall slay

   Those sons of Dhritirashtra, and our kin;

   What peace could come of that, O Madhava?

   For if indeed, blinded by lust and wrath,

   These cannot see, or will not see, the sin

   Of kingly lines o'erthrown and kinsmen slain,

   How should not we, who see, shun such a crime

   We who perceive the guilt and feel the shame

   O thou Delight of Men, Janardana?

   By overthrow of houses perisheth

   Their sweet continuous household piety,

   And rites neglected, piety extinct


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Enters impiety upon that home;

   Its women grow unwomaned, whence there spring

   Mad passions, and the minglingup of castes,

   Sending a Hellward road that family,

   And whoso wrought its doom by wicked wrath.

   Nay, and the souls of honoured ancestors

   Fall from their place of peace, being bereft

   Of funeralcakes and the wan deathwater.

   So teach our holy hymns. Thus, if we slay

   Kinsfolk and friends for love of earthly power,

   Ahovat! what an evil fault it were!

   Better I deem it, if my kinsmen strike,

   To face them weaponless, and bare my breast

   To shaft and spear, than answer blow with blow.

      So speaking, in the face of those two hosts,

   Arjuna sank upon his chariotseat,

   And let fall bow and arrows, sick at heart.

               HERE ENDETH CHAPTER I OF THE

                           BHAGAVADGITA,

                   Entitled "ArjunVishad,"

       Or "The Book of the Distress of Arjuna."

   CHAPTER II

      Sanjaya. Him, filled with such compassion and such grief,

   With eyes teardimmed, despondent, in stern words

   The Driver, Madhusudan, thus addressed:

      Krishna. How hath this weakness taken thee?

         Whence springs

   The inglorious trouble, shameful to the brave,

   Barring the path of virtue? Nay, Arjun!

   Forbid thyself to feebleness! it mars

   Thy warriorname! cast off the cowardfit!

   Wake! Be thyself! Arise, Scourge of thy Foes!

      Arjuna. How can I, in the battle, shoot with shafts

   On Bhishma, or on Drona O thou Chief!

   Both worshipful, both honourable men?

      Better to live on beggar's bread

         With those we love alive,

      Than taste their blood in rich feasts spread,

         And guiltily survive!

      Ah! were it worse who knows? to be

         Victor or vanquished here,

      When those confront us angrily

         Whose death leaves living drear?


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In pity lost, by doubtings tossed,

         My thoughts distracted turn

      To Thee, the Guide I reverence most,

         That I may counsel learn:

      I know not what would heal the grief

         Burned into soul and sense,

      If I were earth's unchallenged chief

         A god and these gone thence!

      Sanjaya. So spake Arjuna to the Lord of Hearts,

   And sighing, "I will not fight!" held silence then.

   To whom, with tender smile, (O Bharata!)

   While the Prince wept despairing 'twixt those hosts,

   Krishna made answer in divinest verse:

      Krishna. Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st

   Words lacking wisdom! for the wise in heart

   Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die.

   Nor I, nor thou, nor any one of these,

   Ever was not, nor ever will not be,

   For ever and for ever afterwards.

   All, that doth live, lives always! To man's frame

   As there come infancy and youth and age,

   So come there raisingsup and layingsdown

   Of other and of other lifeabodes,

   Which the wise know, and fear not. This that irks

   Thy senselife, thrilling to the elements

   Bringing thee heat and cold, sorrows and joys,

   'Tis brief and mutable! Bear with it, Prince!

   As the wise bear. The soul which is not moved,

   The soul that with a strong and constant calm

   Takes sorrow and takes joy indifferently,

   Lives in the life undying! That which is

   Can never cease to be; that which is not

   Will not exist. To see this truth of both

   Is theirs who part essence from accident,

   Substance from shadow. Indestructible,

   Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all;

   It cannot anywhere, by any means,

   Be anywise diminished, stayed, or changed.

   But for these fleeting frames which it informs

   With spirit deathless, endless, infinite,

   They perish. Let them perish, Prince! and fight!

   He who shall say, "Lo! I have slain a man!"

   He who shall think, "Lo! I am slain!" those both

   Know naught! Life cannot slay. Life is not slain!

   Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never;

      Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams!

   Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit for

      ever;

      Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it

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Who knoweth it exhaustless, selfsustained,

   Immortal, indestructible, shall such

   Say, "I have killed a man, or caused to kill?"

          Nay, but as when one layeth

             His wornout robes away,

          And, taking new ones, sayeth,

             "These will I wear today!"

          So putteth by the spirit

             Lightly its garb of flesh,

          And passeth to inherit

             A residence afresh.

      I say to thee weapons reach not the Life;

   Flame burns it not, waters cannot o'erwhelm,

   Nor dry winds wither it. Impenetrable,

   Unentered, unassailed, unharmed, untouched,

   Immortal, allarriving, stable, sure,

   Invisible, ineffable, by word

   And thought uncompassed, ever all itself,

   Thus is the Soul declared! How wilt thou, then,

   Knowing it so, grieve when thou shouldst not grieve?

   How, if thou hearest that the man newdead

   Is, like the man newborn, still living man

   One same, existent Spirit wilt thou weep?

   The end of birth is death; the end of death

   Is birth: this is ordained! and mournest thou,

   Chief of the stalwart arm! for what befalls

   Which could not otherwise befall? The birth

   Of living things comes unperceived; the death

   Comes unperceived; between them, beings perceive:

   What is there sorrowful herein, dear Prince?

   Wonderful, wistful, to contemplate!

      Difficult, doubtful, to speak upon!

   Strange and great for tongue to relate,

      Mystical hearing for every one!

   Nor wotteth man this, what a marvel it is,

      When seeing, and saying, and hearing are done!

   This Life within all living things, my Prince!

   Hides beyond harm; scorn thou to suffer, then,

   For that which cannot suffer. Do thy part!

   Be mindful of thy name, and tremble not!

   Nought better can betide a martial soul

   Than lawful war; happy the warrior

   To whom comes joy of battle comes, as now,

   Glorious and fair, unsought; opening for him

   A gateway unto Heav'n. But, if thou shunn'st

   This honourable field a Kshattriya

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Duty and task go by that shall be sin!

   And those to come shall speak thee infamy

   From age to age; but infamy is worse

   For men of noble blood to bear than death!

   The chiefs upon their battlechariots

   Will deem 'twas fear that drove thee from the fray.

   Of those who held thee mightysouled the scorn

   Thou must abide, while all thine enemies

   Will scatter bitter speech of thee, to mock

   The valour which thou hadst; what fate could fall

   More grievously than this? Either being killed

   Thou wilt win Swarga's safety, or alive

   And victor thou wilt reign an earthly king.

   Therefore, arise, thou Son of Kunti! brace

   Thine arm for conflict, nerve thy heart to meet

   As things alike to thee pleasure or pain,

   Profit or ruin, victory or defeat:

   So minded, gird thee to the fight, for so

   Thou shalt not sin!

                                  Thus far I speak to thee

   As from the "Sankhya" unspiritually

   Hear now the deeper teaching of the Yog,

   Which holding, understanding, thou shalt burst

   Thy Karmabandh, the bondage of wrought deeds.

   Here shall no end be hindered, no hope marred,

   No loss be feared: faith yea, a little faith

   Shall save thee from the anguish of thy dread.

   Here, Glory of the Kurus! shines one rule

   One steadfast rule while shifting souls have laws

   Many and hard. Specious, but wrongful deem

   The speech of those illtaught ones who extol

   The letter of their Vedas, saying, "This

   Is all we have, or need;" being weak at heart

   With wants, seekers of Heaven: which comes they say

   As "fruit of good deeds done;" promising men

   Much profit in new births for works of faith;

   In various rites abounding; following whereon

   Large merit shall accrue towards wealth and power;

   Albeit, who wealth and power do most desire

   Least fixity of soul have such, least hold

   On heavenly meditation. Much these teach,

   From Veds, concerning the "three qualities;"

   But thou, be free of the "three qualities,"

   Free of the "pairs of opposites," and free

   From that sad righteousness which calculates;

   Selfruled, Arjuna! simple, satisfied.

   Look! like as when a tank pours water forth

   To suit all needs, so do these Brahmans draw

   Text for all wants from tank of Holy Writ.

   But thou, want not! ask not! Find full reward

   Of doing right in right! Let right deeds be


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Thy motive, not the fruit which comes from them.

   And live in action! Labour! Make thine acts

   Thy piety, casting all self aside,

   Contemning gain and merit; equable

   In good or evil: equability

   Is Yog, is piety!

                                          Yet, the right act

   Is less, far less, than the rightthinking mind.

   Seek refuge in thy soul; have there thy heaven!

   Scorn them that follow virtue for her gifts!

   The mind of pure devotion even here

   Casts equally aside good deeds and bad,

   Passing above them. Unto pure devotion

   Devote thyself: with perfect meditation

   Comes perfect act, and the righthearted rise

   More certainly because they seek no gain

   Forth from the bands of body, step by step,

   To highest seats of bliss. When thy firm soul

   Hath shaken off those tangled oracles

   Which ignorantly guide, then shall it soar

   To high neglect of what's denied or said,

   This way or that way, in doctrinal writ.

   Troubled no longer by the priestly lore,

   Safe shall it live, and sure; steadfastly bent

   On meditation. This is Yog and Peace!

      Arjuna. What is his mark who hath that steadfast heart,

   Confirmed in holy meditation? How

   Know we his speech, Kesava? Sits he, moves he

   Like other men?

      Krishna. When one, O Pritha's Son!

   Abandoning desires which shake the mind

   Finds in his soul full comfort for his soul,

   He hath attained the Yog that man is such!

   In sorrows not dejected, and in joys

   Not overjoyed; dwelling outside the stress

   Of passion, fear, and anger; fixed in calms

   Of lofty contemplation; such an one

   Is Muni, is the Sage, the true Recluse!

   He who to none and nowhere overbound

   By ties of flesh, takes evil things and good

   Neither desponding nor exulting, such

   Bears wisdom's plainest mark He who shall draw

   As the wise tortoise draws its four feet safe

   Under its shield, his five frail senses back

   Under the spirit's buckler from the world

   Which else assails them, such an one, my Prince!

   Hath wisdom's mark! Things that solicit sense

   Hold off from the selfgoverned; nay, it comes,

   The appetites of him who lives beyond

   Depart, aroused no more. Yet may it chance,

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Shall some time feel the sensestorms sweep, and wrest

   Strong selfcontrol by the roots. Let him regain

   His kingdom! let him conquer this, and sit

   On Me intent. That man alone is wise

   Who keeps the mastery of himself! If one

   Ponders on objects of the sense, there springs

   Attraction; from attraction grows desire,

   Desire flames to fierce passion, passion breeds

   Recklessness; then the memory all betrayed

   Lets noble purpose go, and saps the mind,

   Till purpose, mind, and man are all undone.

   But, if one deals with objects of the sense

   Not loving and not hating, making them

   Serve his free soul, which rests serenely lord,

   Lo! such a man comes to tranquillity;

   And out of that tranquillity shall rise

   The end and healing of his earthly pains,

   Since the will governed sets the soul at peace.

   The soul of the ungoverned is not his,

   Nor hath he knowledge of himself; which lacked,

   How grows serenity? and, wanting that,

   Whence shall he hope for happiness?

                                                         The mind

   That gives itself to follow shows of sense

   Seeth its helm of wisdom rent away,

   And, like a ship in waves of whirlwind, drives

   To wreck and death. Only with him, great Prince!

   Whose senses are not swayed by things of sense

   Only with him who holds his mastery,

   Shows wisdom perfect. What is midnightgloom

   To unenlightened souls shines wakeful day

   To his clear gaze; what seems as wakeful day

   Is known for night, thick night of ignorance,

   To his trueseeing eyes. Such is the Saint!

   And like the ocean, day by day receiving

      Floods from all lands, which never overflows;

   Its boundaryline not leaping, and not leaving,

      Fed by the rivers, but unswelled by those;

   So is the perfect one! to his soul's ocean

      The world of sense pours streams of witchery,

   They leave him as they find, without commotion,

      Taking their tribute, but remaining sea.

   Yea! whoso, shaking off the yoke of flesh

   Lives lord, not servant, of his lusts; set free

   From pride, from passion, from the sin of "Self,"

   Toucheth tranquillity! O Pritha's Son!

   That is the state of Brahm! There rests no dread

   When that last step is reached! Live where he will,

   Die when he may, such passeth from all 'plaining,

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HERE ENDETH CHAPTER II OF THE

                            BHAGAVADGITA,

                      Entitled "SankhyaYog,"

                   Or "The Book of Doctrines."

   CHAPTER III

      Arjuna. Thou whom all mortals praise, Janardana!

   If meditation be a nobler thing

   Than action, wherefore, then, great Kesava!

   Dost thou impel me to this dreadful fight?

   Now am I by thy doubtful speech disturbed!

   Tell me one thing, and tell me certainly;

   By what road shall I find the better end?

      Krishna. I told thee, blameless Lord! there be paths

   Shown to this world; two schools of wisdom. First

   The Sankhya's, which doth save in way of works

   Prescribed by reason; next, the Yog, which bids

   Attain by meditation, spiritually:

   Yet these are one! No man shall 'scape from act

   By shunning action; nay, and none shall come

   By mere renouncements unto perfectness.

   Nay, and no jot of time, at any time,

   Rests any actionless; his nature's law

   Compels him, even unwilling, into act;

   [For thought is act in fancy]. He who sits

   Suppressing all the instruments of flesh,

   Yet in his idle heart thinking on them,

   Plays the inept and guilty hypocrite:

   But he who, with strong body serving mind,

   Gives up his mortal powers to worthy work,

   Not seeking gain, Arjuna! such an one

   Is honourable. Do thine allotted task!

   Work is more excellent than idleness;

   The body's life proceeds not, lacking work.

   There is a task of holiness to do,

   Unlike worldbinding toil, which bindeth not

   The faithful soul; such earthly duty do

   Free from desire, and thou shalt well perform

   Thy heavenly purpose. Spake Prajapati

   In the beginning, when all men were made,

   And, with mankind, the sacrifice "Do this!

   Work! sacrifice! Increase and multiply

   With sacrifice! This shall be Kamaduk,

   Your 'Cow of Plenty,' giving back her milk

   Of all abundance. Worship the gods thereby;

   The gods shall yield thee grace. Those meats ye

   The gods will grant to Labour, when it pays


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Tithes in the altarflame. But if one eats

   Fruits of the earth, rendering to kindly Heaven

   No gift of toil, that thief steals from his world."

      Who eat of food after their sacrifice

   Are quit of fault, but they that spread a feast

   All for themselves, eat sin and drink of sin.

   By food the living live; food comes of rain,

   And rain comes by the pious sacrifice,

   And sacrifice is paid with tithes of toil;

   Thus action is of Brahma, who is One,

   The Only, Allpervading; at all times

   Present in sacrifice. He that abstains

   To help the rolling wheels of this great world,

   Glutting his idle sense, lives a lost life,

   Shameful and vain. Existing for himself,

   Selfconcentrated, serving self alone,

   No part hath he in aught; nothing achieved,

   Nought wrought or unwrought toucheth him; no hope

   Of help for all the living things of earth

   Depends from him. Therefore, thy task prescribed

   With spirit unattached gladly perform,

   Since in performance of plain duty man

   Mounts to his highest bliss. By works alone

   Janak and ancient saints reached blessedness!

   Moreover, for the upholding of thy kind,

   Action thou should'st embrace. What the wise choose

   The unwise people take; what best men do

   The multitude will follow. Look on me,

   Thou Son of Pritha! in the three wide worlds

   I am not bound to any toil, no height

   Awaits to scale, no gift remains to gain,

   Yet I act here! and, if I acted not

   Earnest and watchful those that look to me

   For guidance, sinking back to sloth again

   Because I slumbered, would decline from good,

   And I should break earth's order and commit

   Her offspring unto ruin, Bharata!

   Even as the unknowing toil, wedded to sense,

   So let the enlightened toil, sensefreed, but set

   To bring the world deliverance, and its bliss;

   Not sowing in those simple, busy hearts

   Seed of despair. Yea! let each play his part

   In all he finds to do, with unyoked soul.

   All things are everywhere by Nature wrought

   In interaction of the quahties.

   The fool, cheated by self, thinks, "This I did"

   And "That I wrought;" but ah, thou strongarmed Prince!

   A betterlessoned mind, knowing the play

   Of visible things within the world of sense,

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Standeth aloof even from his acts. Th' untaught

   Live mixed with them, knowing not Nature's way,

   Of highest aims unwitting, slow and dull.

   Those make thou not to stumble, having the light;

   But all thy dues discharging, for My sake,

   With meditation centred inwardly,

   Seeking no profit, satisfied, serene,

   Heedless of issue fight! They who shall keep

   My ordinance thus, the wise and willing hearts,

   Have quittance from all issue of their acts;

   But those who disregard My ordinance,

   Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss,

   Confused and foolish. 'Sooth, the instructed one

   Doth of his kind, following what fits him most:

   And lower creatures of their kind; in vain

   Contending 'gainst the law. Needs must it be

   The objects of the sense will stir the sense

   To like and dislike, yet th' enlightened man

   Yields not to these, knowing them enemies.

   Finally, this is better, that one do

   His own task as he may, even though he fail,

   Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good.

   To die performing duty is no ill;

   But who seeks other roads shall wander still.

      Arjuna. Yet tell me, Teacher! by what force doth man

   Go to his ill, unwilling; as if one

   Pushed him that evil path?

      Krishna. Kama it is!

   Passion it is! born of the Darknesses,

   Which pusheth him. Mighty of appetite,

   Sinful, and strong is this! man's enemy!

   As smoke blots the white fire, as clinging rust

   Mars the bright mirror, as the womb surrounds

   The babe unborn, so is the world of things

   Foiled, soiled, enclosed in this desire of flesh.

   The wise fall, caught in it; the unresting foe

   It is of wisdom, wearing countless forms,

   Fair but deceitful, subtle as a flame.

   Sense, mind, and reason these, O Kunti's Son!

   Are booty for it; in its play with these

   It maddens man, beguiling, blinding him.

   Therefore, thou noblest child of Bharata!

   Govern thy heart! Constrain th' entangled sense!

   Resist the false, soft sinfulness which saps

   Knowledge and judgment! Yea, the world is strong

   But what discerns it stronger, and the mind

   Strongest; and high o'er all the ruling Soul.

   Wherefore, perceiving Him who reigns supreme,

   Put forth full force of Soul in thy own soul!

   Fight! vanquish foes and doubts, dear Hero! slay

   What haunts thee in fond shapes, and would betray!


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HERE ENDETH CHAPTER III OF THE

                                 BHAGAVADGITA,

                         Entitled "KarmaYog,"

                  Or "The Book of Virtue in Work."

   CHAPTER IV

      Krishna. This deathless Yoga, this deep union,

   I taught Vivaswata, the Lord of Light;

   Vivaswata to Manu gave it; he

   To Ikshwaku; so passed it down the line

   Of all my royal Rishis. Then, with years,

   The truth grew dim and perished, noble Prince!

   Now once again to thee it is declared

   This ancient lore, this mystery supreme

   Seeing I find thee votary and friend.

      Arjuna. Thy birth, dear Lord, was in these later days

   And bright Vivaswata's preceded time!

   How shall I comprehend this thing thou sayest,

   "From the beginning it was I who taught?"

      Krishna. Manifold the renewals of my birth

   Have been, Arjuna! and of thy births, too!

   But mine I know, and thine thou knowest not,

   O Slayer of thy Foes! Albeit I be

   Unborn, undying, indestructible,

   The Lord of all things living; not the less

   By Maya, by my magic which I stamp

   On floating Natureforms, the primal vast

   I come, and go, and come. When Righteousness

   Declines, O Bharata! when Wickedness

   Is strong, I rise, from age to age, and take

   Visible shape, and move a man with men,

   Succouring the good, thrusting the evil back,

   And setting Virtue on her seat again.

   Who knows the truth touching my births on earth

   And my divine work, when he quits the flesh

   Puts on its load no more, falls no more down

   To earthly birth: to Me he comes, dear Prince!

      Many there be who come! from fear set free,

   From anger, from desire; keeping their hearts

   Fixed upon me my Faithful purified

   By sacred flame of Knowledge. Such as these

   Mix with my being. Whoso worship me,

   Them I exalt; but all men everywhere

   Shall fall into my path; albeit, those souls

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Now, to the lower gods. I say to thee

   Here have they their reward. But I am He

   Made the Four Castes, and portioned them a place

   After their qualities and gifts. Yea, I

   Created, the Reposeful; I that live

   Immortally, made all those mortal births:

   For works soil not my essence, being works

   Wrought uninvolved. Who knows me acting thus

   Unchained by action, action binds not him;

   And, so perceiving, all those saints of old

   Worked, seeking for deliverance. Work thou

   As, in the days gone by, thy fathers did.

      Thou sayst, perplexed, It hath been asked before

   By singers and by sages, "What is act,

   And what inaction?" I will teach thee this,

   And, knowing, thou shalt learn which work doth save

   Needs must one rightly meditate those three

   Doing, not doing, and undoing. Here

   Thorny and dark the path is! He who sees

   How action may be rest, rest action he

   Is wisest 'mid his kind; he hath the truth!

   He doeth well, acting or resting. Freed

   In all his works from prickings of desire,

   Burned clean in act by the white fire of truth,

   The wise call that man wise; and such an one,

   Renouncing fruit of deeds, always content.

   Always selfsatisfying, if he works,

   Doth nothing that shall stain his separate soul,

   Which quit of fear and hope subduing self

   Rejecting outward impulseyielding up

   To body's need nothing save body, dwells

   Sinless amid all sin, with equal calm

   Taking what may befall, by grief unmoved,

   Unmoved by joy, unenvyingly; the same

   In good and evil fortunes; nowise bound

   By bond of deeds. Nay, but of such an one,

   Whose crave is gone, whose soul is liberate,

   Whose heart is set on truth of such an one

   What work he does is work of sacrifice,

   Which passeth purely into ash and smoke

   Consumed upon the altar! All's then God!

   The sacrifice is Brahm, the ghee and grain

   Are Brahm, the fire is Brahm, the flesh it eats

   Is Brahm, and unto Brahm attaineth he

   Who, in such office, meditates on Brahm.

   Some votaries there be who serve the gods

   With flesh and altarsmoke; but other some

   Who, lighting subtler fires, make purer rite

   With will of worship. Of the which be they

   Who, in white flame of continence, consume

   Joys of the sense, delights of eye and ear,


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Foregoing tender speech and sound of song:

   And they who, kindling fires with torch of Truth,

   Burn on a hidden altarstone the bliss

   Of youth and love, renouncing happiness:

   And they who lay for offering there their wealth,

   Their penance, meditation, piety,

   Their steadfast reading of the scrolls, their lore

   Painfully gained with long austerities:

   And they who, making silent sacrifice,

   Draw in their breath to feed the flame of thought,

   And breathe it forth to waft the heart on high,

   Governing the ventage of each entering air

   Lest one sigh pass which helpeth not the soul:

   And they who, day by day denying needs,

   Lay life itself upon the altarflame,

   Burning the body wan. Lo! all these keep

   The rite of offering, as if they slew

   Victims; and all thereby efface much sin.

   Yea! and who feed on the immortal food

   Left of such sacrifice, to Brahma pass,

   To The Unending. But for him that makes

   No sacrifice, he hath nor part nor lot

   Even in the present world. How should he share

   Another, O thou Glory of thy Line?

      In sight of Brahma all these offerings

   Are spread and are accepted! Comprehend

   That all proceed by act; for knowing this,

   Thou shalt be quit of doubt. The sacrifice

   Which Knowledge pays is better than great gifts

   Offered by wealth, since gifts' worth O my Prince!

   Lies in the mind which gives, the will that serves:

   And these are gained by reverence, by strong search,

   By humble heed of those who see the Truth

   And teach it. Knowing Truth, thy heart no more

   Will ache with error, for the Truth shall show

   All things subdued to thee, as thou to Me.

   Moreover, Son of Pandu! wert thou worst

   Of all wrongdoers, this fair ship of Truth

   Should bear thee safe and dry across the sea

   Of thy transgressions. As the kindled flame

   Feeds on the fuel till it sinks to ash,

   So unto ash, Arjuna! unto nought

   The flame of Knowledge wastes works' dross away!

   There is no purifier like thereto

   In all this world, and he who seeketh it

   Shall find it being grown perfect in himself.

   Believing, he receives it when the soul

   Masters itself, and cleaves to Truth, and comes

   Possessing knowledge to the higher peace,

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And those without full faith, and those who fear

   Are shent; no peace is here or other where,

   No hope, nor happiness for whoso doubts.

   He that, being selfcontained, hath vanquished doubt,

   Disparting self from service, soul from works,

   Enlightened and emancipate, my Prince!

   Works fetter him no more! Cut then atwain

   With sword of wisdom, Son of Bharata!

   This doubt that binds thy heartbeats! cleave the bond

   Born of thy ignorance! Be bold and wise!

   Give thyself to the field with me! Arise!

                  HERE ENDETH CHAPTER IV OF THE

                               BHAGAVADGITA,

                           Entitled "Jnana Yog,"

         Or "The Book of the Religion of Knowledge."

   CHAPTER V

      Arjuna. Yet, Krishna at the one time thou dost laud

   Surcease of works, and, at another time,

   Service through work. Of these twain plainly tell

   Which is the better way?

      Krishna. To cease from works

   Is well, and to do works in holiness

   Is well; and both conduct to bliss supreme;

   But of these twain the better way is his

   Who working piously refraineth not.

      That is the true Renouncer, firm and fixed,

   Who seeking nought, rejecting nought dwells proof

   Against the "opposites." O valiant Prince!

   In doing, such breaks lightly from all deed:

   'Tis the new scholar talks as they were two,

   This Sankhya and this Yoga: wise men know

   Who husbands one plucks golden fruit of both!

   The region of high rest which Sankhyans reach

   Yogins attain. Who sees these twain as one

   Sees with clear eyes! Yet such abstraction, Chief!

   Is hard to win without much holiness.

   Whoso is fixed in holiness, selfruled,

   Purehearted, lord of senses and of self,

   Lost in the common life of all which lives

   A "Yogayukt" he is a Saint who wends

   Straightway to Brahm. Such an one is not touched

   By taint of deeds. "Nought of myself I do!"

   Thus will he think who holds the truth of truths

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He eats, or goes, or breathes; slumbers or talks,

   Holds fast or loosens, opes his eyes or shuts;

   Always assured "This is the senseworld plays

   With senses." He that acts in thought of Brahm,

   Detaching end from act, with act content,

   The world of sense can no more stain his soul

   Than waters mar th' enamelled lotusleaf.

   With life, with heart, with mind, nay, with the help

   Of all five senses letting selfhood go

   Yogins toil ever towards their souls' release.

   Such votaries, renouncing fruit of deeds,

   Gain endless peace: the unvowed, the passionbound,

   Seeking a fruit from works, are fastened down.

   The embodied sage, withdrawn within his soul,

   At every act sits godlike in "the town

   Which hath nine gateways," neither doing aught

   Nor causing any deed. This world's Lord makes

   Neither the work, nor passion for the work,

   Nor lust for fruit of work; the man's own self

   Pushes to these! The Master of this World

   Takes on himself the good or evil deeds

   Of no man dwelling beyond! Mankind errs here

   By folly, darkening knowledge. But, for whom

   That darkness of the soul is chased by light,

   Splendid and clear shines manifest the Truth

   As if a Sun of Wisdom sprang to shed

   Its beams of dawn. Him meditating still,

   Him seeking, with Him blended, stayed on Him,

   The souls illuminated take that road

   Which hath no turning back their sins flung off,

   By strength of faith. [Who will may have this Light;

   Who hath it sees.] To him who wisely sees,

   The Brahman with his scrolls and sanctities,

   The cow, the elephant, the unclean dog,

   The Outcast gorging dog's meat, are all one.

      The world is overcome aye! even here!

   By such as fix their faith on Unity.

   The sinless Brahma dwells in Unity,

   And they in Brahma. Be not overglad

   Attaining joy, and be not oversad

   Encountering grief, but, stayed on Brahma, still

   Constant let each abide! The sage whose soul

   Holds off from outer contacts, in himself

   Finds bliss; to Brahma joined by piety,

   His spirit tastes eternal peace. The joys

   Springing from senselife are but quickening wombs

   Which breed sure griefs: those joys begin and end!

   The wise mind takes no pleasure, Kunti's Son!

   In such as those! But if a man shall learn,

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To master lust and anger, he is blest!

   He is the Yukta; he hath happiness,

   Contentment, light, within: his life is merged

   In Brahma's life; he doth Nirvana touch!

   Thus go the Rishis unto rest, who dwell

   With sins effaced, with doubts at end, with hearts

   Governed and calm. Glad in all good they live,

   Nigh to the peace of God; and all those live

   Who pass their days exempt from greed and wrath,

   Subduing self and senses, knowing the Soul!

      The Saint who shuts outside his placid soul

   All touch of sense, letting no contact through;

   Whose quiet eyes gaze straight from fixed brows,

   Whose outward breath and inward breath are drawn

   Equal and slow through nostrils still and close;

   That one with organs, heart, and mind constrained,

   Bent on deliverance, having put away

   Passion, and fear, and rage; hath even now,

   Obtained deliverance, ever and ever freed.

   Yea! for he knows Me Who am He that heeds

   The sacrifice and worship, God revealed;

   And He who heeds not, being Lord of Worlds,

   Lover of all that lives, God unrevealed,

   Wherein who will shall find surety and shield!

                   HERE ENDETH CHAPTER V OF THE

                            BHAGAVADGITA,

                   Entitled "Karmasanyasayog,"

          Or "The Book of Religion by Renouncing

                               Fruit of Works."

   CHAPTER VI

      Krishna. Therefore, who doeth work rightful to do,

   Not seeking gain from work, that man, O Prince!

   Is Sanyasi and Yogi both in one

   And he is neither who lights not the flame

   Of sacrifice, nor setteth hand to task.

      Regard as true Renouncer him that makes

   Worship by work, for who renounceth not

   Works not as Yogin. So is that well said:

   "By works the votary doth rise to faith,

   And saintship is the ceasing from all works;

   Because the perfect Yogin acts but acts

   Unmoved by passions and unbound by deeds,

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Let each man raise

   The Self by Soul, not trample down his Self,

   Since Soul that is Self's friend may grow Self's foe.

   Soul is Self's friend when Self doth rule o'er Self,

   But Self turns enemy if Soul's own self

   Hates Self as not itself.

                                          The sovereign soul

   Of him who lives selfgoverned and at peace

   Is centred in itself, taking alike

   Pleasure and pain; heat, cold; glory and shame.

   He is the Yogi, he is Yukta, glad

   With joy of light and truth; dwelling apart

   Upon a peak, with senses subjugate

   Whereto the clod, the rock, the glistering gold

   Show all as one. By this sign is he known

   Being of equal grace to comrades, friends,

   Chancecomers, strangers, lovers, enemies,

   Aliens and kinsmen; loving all alike,

   Evil or good.

                              Sequestered should he sit,

   Steadfastly meditating, solitary,

   His thoughts controlled, his passions laid away,

   Quit of belongings. In a fair, still spot

   Having his fixed abode, not too much raised,

   Nor yet too low, let him abide, his goods

   A cloth, a deerskin, and the Kusagrass.

   There, setting hard his mind upon The One,

   Restraining heart and senses, silent, calm,

   Let him accomplish Yoga, and achieve

   Pureness of soul, holding immovable

   Body and neck and head, his gaze absorbed

   Upon his noseend, rapt from all around,

   Tranquil in spirit, free of fear, intent

   Upon his Brahmacharya vow, devout,

   Musing on Me, lost in the thought of Me.

   That Yogin, so devoted, so controlled,

   Comes to the peace beyond, My peace, the peace

   Of high Nirvana!

                                     But for earthly needs

   Religion is not his who too much fasts

   Or too much feasts, nor his who sleeps away

   An idle mind; nor his who wears to waste

   His strength in vigils. Nay, Arjuna! I call

   That the true piety which most removes

   Earthaches and ills, where one is moderate

   In eating and in resting, and in sport;

   Measured in wish and act; sleeping betimes,

   Waking betimes for duty.


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When the man,

   So living, centres on his soul the thought

   Straitly restrained untouched internally

   By stress of sense then is he Yukta. See!

   Steadfast a lamp burns sheltered from the wind;

   Such is the likeness of the Yogi's mind

   Shut from sensestorms and burning bright to Heaven.

   When mind broods placid, soothed with holy wont;

   When Self contemplates self, and in itself

   Hath comfort; when it knows the nameless joy

   Beyond all scope of sense, revealed to soul

   Only to soul! and, knowing, wavers not,

   True to the farther Truth; when, holding this,

   It deems no other treasure comparable,

   But, harboured there, cannot be stirred or shook

   By any gravest grief, call that state "peace,"

   That happy severance Yoga; call that man

   The perfect Yogin!

                                       Steadfastly the will

   Must toil thereto, till efforts end in ease,

   And thought has passed from thinking. Shaking off

   All longings bred by dreams of fame and gain,

   Shutting the doorways of the senses close

   With watchful ward; so, step by step, it comes

   To gift of peace assured and heart assuaged,

   When the mind dwells selfwrapped, and the soul broods

   Cumberless. But, as often as the heart

   Breaks wild and wavering from control, so oft

   Let him recurb it, let him rein it back

   To the soul's governance; for perfect bliss

   Grows only in the bosom tranquillised,

   The spirit passionless, purged from offence,

   Vowed to the Infinite. He who thus vows

   His soul to the Supreme Soul, quitting sin,

   Passes unhindered to the endless bliss

   Of unity with Brahma. He so vowed,

   So blended, sees the LifeSoul resident

   In all things living, and all living things

   In that LifeSoul contained. And whoso thus

   Discerneth Me in all, and all in Me,

   I never let him go; nor looseneth he

   Hold upon Me; but, dwell he where he may,

   Whate'er his life, in Me he dwells and lives,

   Because he knows and worships Me, Who dwell

   In all which lives, and cleaves to Me in all.

   Arjuna! if a man sees everywhere

   Taught by his own similitude one Life,

   One Essence in the Evil and the Good,

   Hold him a Yogi, yea! well perfected!

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This Peace, derived from equanimity,

   Made known by thee I see no fixity

   Therein, no rest, because the heart of men

   Is unfixed, Krishna! rash, tumultuous,

   Wilful and strong. It were all one, I think,

   To hold the wayward wind, as tame man's heart.

      Krishna. Hero longarmed! beyond denial, hard

   Man's heart is to restrain, and wavering;

   Yet may it grow restrained by habit, Prince!

   By wont of selfcommand. This Yog, I say,

   Cometh not lightly to th' ungoverned ones;

   But he who will be master of himself

   Shall win it, if he stoutly strive thereto.

      Arjuna. And what road goeth he who, having faith,

   Fails, Krishna! in the striving; falling back

   From holiness, missing the perfect rule?

   Is he not lost, straying from Brahma's light,

   Like the vain cloud, which floats 'twixt earth and heaven

   When lightning splits it, and it vanisheth?

   Fain would I hear thee answer me herein,

   Since, Krishna! none save thou can clear the doubt.

      Krishna. He is not lost, thou Son of Pritha! No!

   Nor earth, nor heaven is forfeit, even for him,

   Because no heart that holds one right desire

   Treadeth the road of loss! He who should fail,

   Desiring righteousness, cometh at death

   Unto the Region of the Just; dwells there

   Measureless years, and being born anew,

   Beginneth life again in some fair home

   Amid the mild and happy. It may chance

   He doth descend into a Yogin house

   On Virtue's breast; but that is rare! Such birth

   Is hard to be obtained on this earth, Chief!

   So hath he back again what heights of heart

   He did achieve, and so he strives anew

   To perfectness, with better hope, dear Prince!

   For by the old desire he is drawn on

   Unwittingly; and only to desire

   The purity of Yog is to pass

   Beyond the Sabdabrahm, the spoken Ved.

   But, being Yogi, striving strong and long,

   Purged from transgressions, perfected by births

   Following on births, he plants his feet at last

   Upon the farther path. Such as one ranks

   Above ascetics, higher than the wise,

   Beyond achievers of vast deeds! Be thou

   Yogi Arjuna! And of such believe,

   Truest and best is he who worships Me

   With inmost soul, stayed on My Mystery!

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BHAGAVADGITA,

                Entitled "Atmasanyamayog,"

    Or "The Book of Religion of SelfRestraint."

   CHAPTER VII

      Krishna. Learn now, dear Prince! how, if thy soul be set

   Ever on Me still exercising Yog,

   Still making Me thy Refuge thou shalt come

   Most surely unto perfect hold of Me.

   I will declare to thee that utmost lore,

   Whole and particular, which, when thou knowest,

   Leaveth no more to know here in this world.

      Of many thousand mortals, one, perchance,

   Striveth for Truth; and of those few that strive

   Nay, and rise high one only here and there

   Knoweth Me, as I am, the very Truth.

      Earth, water, flame, air, ether, life, and mind,

   And individuality those eight

   Make up the showing of Me, Manifest.

      These be my lower Nature; learn the higher,

   Whereby, thou Valiant One! this Universe

   Is, by its principle of life, produced;

   Whereby the worlds of visible things are born

   As from a Yoni. Know! I am that womb:

   I make and I unmake this Universe:

   Than me there is no other Master, Prince!

   No other Maker! All these hang on me

   As hangs a row of pearls upon its string.

   I am the fresh taste of the water; I

   The silver of the moon, the gold o' the sun,

   The word of worship in the Veds, the thrill

   That passeth in the ether, and the strength

   Of man's shed seed. I am the good sweet smell

   Of the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light,

   The vital air moving in all which moves,

   The holiness of hallowed souls, the root

   Undying, whence hath sprung whatever is;

   The wisdom of the wise, the intellect

   Of the informed, the greatness of the great.

   The splendour of the splendid. Kunti's Son!

   These am I, free from passion and desire;

   Yet am I right desire in all who yearn,

   Chief of the Bharatas! for all those moods,

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Which Nature frames, deduce from me; but all

   Are merged in me not I in them! The world

   Deceived by those three qualities of being

   Wotteth not Me Who am outside them all,

   Above them all, Eternal! Hard it is

   To pierce that veil divine of various shows

   Which hideth Me; yet they who worship Me

   Pierce it and pass beyond.

                                                I am not known

   To evildoers, nor to foolish ones,

   Nor to the base and churlish; nor to those

   Whose mind is cheated by the show of things,

   Nor those that take the way of Asuras.

      Four sorts of mortals know me: he who weeps,

   Arjuna! and the man who yearns to know;

   And he who toils to help; and he who sits

   Certain of me, enlightened.

                                                Of these four,

   O Prince of India! highest, nearest, best

   That last is, the devout soul, wise, intent

   Upon "The One." Dear, above all, am I

   To him; and he is dearest unto me!

   All four are good, and seek me; but mine own,

   The true of heart, the faithful stayed on me,

   Taking me as their utmost, blessedness,

   They are not "mine," but I even I myself!

   At end of many births to Me they come!

   Yet hard the wise Mahatma is to find,

   That man who sayeth, "All is Vasudev!"

      There be those, too, whose knowledge, turned aside

   By this desire or that, gives them to serve

   Some lower gods, with various rites, constrained

   By that which mouldeth them. Unto all such

   Worship what shrine they will, what shapes, in faith

   'Tis I who give them faith! I am content!

   The heart thus asking favour from its God,

   Darkened but ardent, hath the end it craves,

   The lesser blessing but 'tis I who give!

   Yet soon is withered what small fruit they reap:

   Those men of little minds, who worship so,

   Go where they worship, passing with their gods.

   But Mine come unto me! Blind are the eyes

   Which deem th' Unmanifested manifest,

   Not comprehending Me in my true Self!

   Imperishable, viewless, undeclared,

   Hidden behind my magic veil of shows,

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Unborn and changeless to the idle world.

   But I, Arjuna! know all things which were,

   And all which are, and all which are to be,

   Albeit not one among them knoweth Me!

      By passion for the "pairs of opposites,"

   By those twain snares of Like and Dislike, Prince!

   All creatures live bewildered, save some few

   Who, quit of sins, holy in act, informed,

   Freed from the "opposites," and fixed in faith,

   Cleave unto Me.

                              Who cleave, who seek in Me

   Refuge from birth and death, those have the Truth!

   Those know Me BRAHMA: know Me Soul of Souls,

   The ADHYATMAN: know KARMA, my work;

   Know I am ADHIBHUTA, Lord of Life,

   And ADHIDAIVA, Lord of all the Gods,

   And ADHIYAJNA, Lord of Sacrifice;

   Worship Me well, with hearts of love and faith,

   And find and hold me in the hour of death.

             HERE ENDETH CHAPTER VII OF THE

                         BHAGAVADGITA,

                      Entitled "Vijnanayog,"

       Or "The Book of Religion by Discernment."

   CHAPTER VIII

      Arjuna. Who is that BRAHMA? What that Soul of Souls,

   The ADHYATMAN? What, Thou Best of All!

   Thy work, the KARMA? Tell me what it is

   Thou namest ADHIBHUTA? What again

   Means ADHIDAIVA? Yea, and how it comes

   Thou canst be ADHIYAJNA in thy flesh?

   Slayer of Madhu! Further, make me know

   How good men find thee in the hour of death?

      Krishna. I BRAHMA am! the One Eternal GOD,

   And ADHYATMAN is My Being's name,

   The Soul of Souls! What goeth forth from Me,

   Causing all life to live, is KARMA called:

   And, Manifested in divided forms,

   I am the ADHIBHUTA, Lord of Lives;

   And ADHIDAIVA, Lord of all the Gods,

   Because I am PURUSHA, who who begets.

   And ADHIYAJNA, Lord of Sacrifice,

   I speaking with thee in this body here

   Am, thou embodied one! (for all the shrines


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Flame unto Me!) And, at the hour of death,

   He that hath meditated Me alone,

   In putting off his flesh, comes forth to Me,

   Enters into My Being doubt thou not!

   But, if he meditated otherwise

   At hour of death, in putting off the flesh,

   He goes to what he looked for, Kunti's Son!

   Because the Soul is fashioned to its like.

      Have Me, then, in thy heart always! and fight!

   Thou too, when heart and mind are fixed on Me,

   Shalt surely come to Me! All come who cleave

   With neverwavering will of firmest faith,

   Owning none other Gods: all come to Me,

   The Uttermost, Purusha, Holiest!

      Whoso hath known Me, Lord of sage and singer,

   Ancient of days; of all the Three Worlds Stay,

   Boundless, but unto every atom Bringer

   Of that which quickens it: whoso, I say,

      Hath known My form, which passeth mortal knowing;

   Seen my effulgence which no eye hath seen

   Than the sun's burning gold more brightly glowing,

   Dispersing darkness, unto him hath been

   Right life! And, in the hour when life is ending,

      With mind set fast and trustful piety,

   Drawing still breath beneath calm brows unbending,

      In happy peace that faithful one doth die,

   In glad peace passeth to Purusha's heaven.

      The place which they who read the Vedas name

   AKSHARAM, "Ultimate;" whereto have striven

      Saints and ascetics their road is the same.

      That way the highest way goes he who shuts

   The gates of all his senses, locks desire

   Safe in his heart, centres the vital airs

   Upon his parting thought, steadfastly set;

   And, murmuring OM, the sacred syllable

   Emblem of BRAHM dies, meditating Me.

      For who, none other Gods regarding, looks

   Ever to Me, easily am I gained

   By such a Yogi; and, attaining Me,

   They fall not those Mahatmas back to birth,

   To life, which is the place of pain, which ends,

   But take the way of utmost blessedness.

      The worlds, Arjuna! even Brahma's world


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Roll back again from Death to Life's unrest;

   But they, O Kunti's Son! that reach to Me,

   Taste birth no more. If ye know Brahma's Day

   Which is a thousand Yugas; if ye know

   The thousand Yugas making Brahma's Night,

   Then know ye Day and Night as He doth know!

   When that vast Dawn doth break, th' Invisible

   Is brought anew into the Visible;

   When that deep Night doth darken, all which is

   Fades back again to Him Who sent it forth;

   Yea! this vast company of living things

   Again and yet again produced expires

   At Brahma's Nightfall; and, at Brahma's Dawn,

   Riseth, without its will, to life newborn.

   But higher, deeper, innermost abides

   Another Life, not like the life of sense,

   Escaping sight, unchanging. This endures

   When all created things have passed away;

   This is that Life named the Unmanifest,

   The Infinite! the All! the Uttermost.

   Thither arriving none return. That Life

   Is Mine, and I am there! And, Prince! by faith

   Which wanders not, there is a way to come

   Thither. I, the PURUSHA, I Who spread

   The Universe around me in Whom dwell

   All living Things may so be reached and seen!

   Richer than holy fruit on Vedas growing,

      Greater than gifts, better than prayer or fast,

   Such wisdom is! The Yogi, this way knowing,

      Comes to the Utmost Perfect Peace at last.

             HERE ENDETH CHAPTER VIII OF THE

                        BHAGAVADGITA;

            Entitled "Aksharaparabrahmayog,"

         Or "The Book of Religion by Devotion

                  to the One Supreme God."

   CHAPTER IX

      Krishna. Now will I open unto thee whose heart

   Rejects not that last lore, deepestconcealed,

   That farthest secret of My Heavens and Earths,

   Which but to know shall set thee free from ills,

   A royal lore! a Kingly mystery!

   Yea! for the soul such light as purgeth it

   From every sin; a light of holiness

   With inmost splendour shining; plain to see;


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Easy to walk by, inexhaustible!

      They that receive not this, failing in faith

   To grasp the greater wisdom, reach not Me,

   Destroyer of thy foes! They sink anew

   Into the realm of Flesh, where all things change!

      By Me the whole vast Universe of things

   Is spread abroad; by Me, the Unmanifest!

   In Me are all existences contained;

   Not I in them!

                            Yet they are not contained,

   Those visible things! Receive and strive to embrace

   The mystery majestical! My Being

   Creating all, sustaining all still dwells

   Outside of all!

                              See! as the shoreless airs

   Move in the measureless space, but are not space,

   [And space were space without the moving airs];

   So all things are in Me, but are not I.

      At closing of each Kalpa, Indian Prince!

   All things which be back to My Being come:

   At the beginning of each Kalpa, all

   Issue newborn from Me.

                                                       By Energy

   And help of Prakriti, my outer Self,

   Again, and yet again, I make go forth

   The realms of visible things without their will

   All of them by the power of Prakriti.

      Yet these great makings, Prince! involve Me not

   Enchain Me not ! I sit apart from them,

   Other, and Higher, and Free; nowise attached!

      Thus doth the stuff of worlds, moulded by Me,

   Bring forth all that which is, moving or still,

   Living or lifeless! Thus the worlds go on!

      The minds untaught mistake Me, veiled in form;

   Naught see they of My secret Presence, nought

   Of My hid Nature, ruling all which lives.

   Vain hopes pursuing, vain deeds doing; fed

   On vainest knowledge, senselessly they seek

   An evil way, the way of brutes and fiends.

   But My Mahatmas, those of noble soul

   Who tread the path celestial, worship Me

   With hearts unwandering, knowing Me the Source,

   Th' Eternal Source, of Life. Unendingly


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They glorify Me; seek Me; keep their vows

   Of reverence and love, with changeless faith

   Adoring Me. Yea, and those too adore,

   Who, offering sacrifice of wakened hearts,

   Have sense of one pervading Spirit's stress,

   One Force in every place, though manifold!

   I am the Sacrifice! I am the Prayer!

   I am the FuneralCake set for the dead!

   I am the healing herb! I am the ghee,

   The Mantra, and the flame, and that which burns!

   I am of all this boundless Universe

   The Father, Mother, Ancestor, and Guard!

   The end of Learning! That which purifies

   In lustral water! I am OM! I am

   RigVeda, SamaVeda, YajurVed;

   The Way, the Fosterer, the Lord, the Judge,

   The Witness; the Abode, the RefugeHouse,

   The Friend, the Fountain and the Sea of Life

   Which sends, and swallows up; Treasure of Worlds

   And TreasureChamber! Seed and SeedSower,

   Whence endless harvests spring! Sun's heat is mine;

   Heaven's rain is mine to grant or to withhold;

   Death am I, and Immortal Life I am,

   Arjuna! SAT and ASAT, Visible Life,

   And Life Invisible!

                                       Yea! those who learn

      The threefold Veds, who drink the Somawine,

   Purge sins, pay sacrifice from Me they earn

      Passage to Swarga; where the meats divine

   Of great gods feed them in high Indra's heaven.

      Yet they, when that prodigious joy is o'er,

   Paradise spent, and wage for merits given,

      Come to the world of death and change once more.

   They had their recompense! they stored their treasure,

      Following the threefold Scripture and its writ;

   Who seeketh such gaineth the fleeting pleasure

      Of joy which comes and goes! I grant them it!

      But to those blessed ones who worship Me,

   Turning not otherwhere, with minds set fast,

   I bring assurance of full bliss beyond.

      Nay, and of hearts which follow other gods

   In simple faith, their prayers arise to me,

   O Kunti's Son! though they pray wrongfully;

   For I am the Receiver and the Lord

   Of every sacrifice, which these know not

   Rightfully; so they fall to earth again!

   Who follow gods go to their gods; who vow


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Their souls to Pitris go to Pitris; minds

   To evil Bhuts given o'er sink to the Bhuts;

   And whoso loveth Me cometh to Me.

   Whoso shall offer Me in faith and love

   A leaf, a flower, a fruit, water poured forth,

   That offering I accept, lovingly made

   With pious will. Whate'er thou doest, Prince!

   Eating or sacrificing, giving gifts,

   Praying or fasting, let it all be done

   For Me, as Mine. So shalt thou free thyself

   From Karmabandh, the chain which holdeth men

   To good and evil issue, so shalt come

   Safe unto Me when thou art quit of flesh

   By faith and abdication joined to Me!

      I am alike for all! I know not hate,

   I know not favour! What is made is Mine!

   But them that worship Me with love, I love;

   They are in Me, and I in them!

                                                   Nay, Prince!

   If one of evil life turn in his thought

   Straightly to Me, count him amidst the good;

   He hath the high way chosen; he shall grow

   Righteous ere long; he shall attain that peace

   Which changes not. Thou Prince of India!

   Be certain none can perish, trusting Me!

   O Pritha's Son! whoso will turn to Me,

   Though they be born from the very womb of Sin,

   Woman or man; sprung of the Vaisya caste

   Or lowly disregarded Sudra, all

   Plant foot upon the highest path; how then

   The holy Brahmans and My Royal Saints?

   Ah! ye who into this ill world are come

   Fleeting and false set your faith fast on Me!

   Fix heart and thought on Me! Adore Me! Bring

   Offerings to Me! Make Me prostrations! Make

   Me your supremest joy! and, undivided,

   Unto My rest your spirits shall be guided.

                   HERE ENDETH CHAPTER IX OF THE

                               BHAGAVADGITA,

                Entitled "Rajavidyarajaguhyayog,"

       Or "The Book of Religion by the Kingly Knowledge

                           and the Kingly Mystery."

   CHAPTER X


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Krishna. Hear farther yet, thou LongArmed Lord! these latest

         words I say

   Uttered to bring thee bliss and peace, who lovest Me alway

   Not the great company of gods nor kingly Rishis know

   My Nature, Who have made the gods and Rishis long ago;

   He only knoweth only he is free of sin, and wise,

   Who seeth Me, Lord of the Worlds, with faithenlightened eyes,

   Unborn, undying, unbegun. Whatever Natures be

   To mortal men distributed, those natures spring from Me!

   Intellect, skill, enlightenment, endurance, selfcontrol,

   Truthfulness, equability, and grief or joy of soul,

   And birth and death, and fearfulness, and fearlessness, and shame,

   And honour, and sweet harmlessness, and peace which is the same

   Whate'er befalls, and mirth, and tears, and piety and thrift,

   And wish to give, and will to help, all cometh of My gift!

   The Seven Chief Saints, the Elders Four, the Lordly Manus set

   Sharing My work to rule the worlds, these too did I beget;

   And Rishis, Pitris, Manus, all, by one thought of My mind;

   Thence did arise, to fill this world, the races of mankind;

   Wherefrom who comprehends My Reign of mystic Majesty

   That truth of truths is thenceforth linked in faultless faith to

      Me:

   Yea! knowing Me the source of all, by Me all creatures wrought,

   The wise in spirit cleave to Me, into My Being brought;

   Hearts fixed on Me; breaths breathed to Me; praising Me, each to

      each,

   So have they happiness and peace, with pious thought and speech;

   And unto these thus serving well, thus loving ceaselessly

   I give a mind of perfect mood, whereby they draw to Me;

   And, all for love of them, within their darkened souls I dwell,

   And, with bright rays of wisdom's lamp, their ignorance dispel.

      Arjuna. Yes! Thou art Parabrahm! The High Abode!

   The Great Purification! Thou art God

   Eternal, Allcreating, Holy, First,

   Without beginning! Lord of Lords and Gods!

   Declared by all the Saints by Narada,

   Vyasa Asita, and Devalas;

   And here Thyself declaring unto me!

   What Thou hast said now know I to be truth,

   O Kesava! that neither gods nor men

   Nor demons comprehend Thy mystery

   Made manifest, Divinest! Thou Thyself

   Thyself alone dost know, Maker Supreme!

   Master of all the living! Lord of Gods!

   King of the Universe! To Thee alone

   Belongs to tell the heavenly excellence

   Of those perfections wherewith Thou dost fill

   These worlds of Thine; Pervading, Immanent!

   How shall I learn, Supremest Mystery!

   To know Thee, though I muse continually?


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Under what form of Thine unnumbered forms

   Mayst Thou be grasped? Ah! yet again recount,

   Clear and complete, Thy great appearances,

   The secrets of Thy Majesty and Might,

   Thou High Delight of Men! Never enough

   Can mine ears drink the Amrit of such words!

      Krishna. Hanta! So be it! Kuru Prince! I will to thee unfold

   Some portions of My Majesty, whose powers are manifold!

   I am the Spirit seated deep in every creature's heart;

   From Me they come; by Me they live; at My word they depart!

   Vishnu of the Adityas I am, those Lords of Light;

   Maritchi of the Maruts, the Kings of Storm and Blight;

   By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning cloudless Noon;

   By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled Moon!

   Of Vedas I am SamaVed, of gods in Indra's Heaven

   Vasava; of the faculties to living beings given

   The mind which apprehends and thinks; of Rudras Sankara;

   Of Yakshas and of Rakshasas, Vittesh; and Pavaka

   Of Vasus, and of mountainpeaks Meru; Vrihaspati

   Know Me 'mid planetary Powers; 'mid Warriors heavenly

   Skanda; of all the waterfloods the Sea which drinketh each,

   And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of sacred speech;

   Of prayers the prayer ye whisper; of hills Himila's snow,

   And Aswattha, the figtree, of all the trees that grow;

   Of the Devarshis, Narada; and Chitrarath of them

   That sing in Heaven, and Kapila of Munis, and the gem

   Of flying steeds, Uchchaisravas, from Amritwave which burst;

   Of elephants Airavata; of males the Best and First;

   Of weapons Heav'n's hot thunderbolt; of cows white Kamadhuk,

   From whose great milky udderteats all hearts' desires are strook;

   Vasuki of the serpenttribes, round Mandara entwined;

   And thousandfanged Ananta, on whose broad coils reclined

   Leans Vishnu; and of waterthings Varuna; Aryam

   Of Pitris, and, of those that judge, Yama the Judge I am;

   Of Daityas dread Prahlada; of what metes days and years,

   Time's self I am; of woodlandbeasts buffaloes, deers, and bears

   The lordlypainted tiger; of birds the vast Garud,

   The whirlwind 'mid the winds; 'mid chiefs Rama with blood imbrued,

   Makar 'mid fishes of the sea, and Ganges 'mid the streams;

   Yea! First, and Last, and Centre of all which is or seems

   I am, Arjuna! Wisdom Supreme of what is wise,

   Words on the uttering lips I am, and eyesight of the eyes.

   And "A" of written characters, Dwandwa of knitted speech,

   And Endless Life, and boundless Love, whose power

      sustaineth each;

   And bitter Death which seizes all, and joyous sudden Birth,

   Which brings to light all beings that are to be on earth;

   And of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I,

   And Memory, and Patience; and Craft, and Constancy:

   Of Vedic hymns the Vrihatsam, of metres Gayatri,

   Of months the Margasirsha, of all the seasons three


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The flowerwreathed Spring; in dicer'splay the conquering

      DoubleEight;

   The splendour of the splendid, and the greatness of the great,

   Victory I am, and Action! and the goodness of the good,

   And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this Pandu brood

   Thyself! Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine!

   Of poets Usana, of saints Vyasa, sage divine;

   The policy of conquerors, the potency of kings,

   The great unbroken silence in learning's secret things;

   The lore of all the learned, the seed of all which springs.

   Living or lifeless, still or stirred, whatever beings be,

   None of them is in all the worlds, but it exists by Me!

   Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of telling come

   Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee some;

   For wheresoe'er is wondrous work, and majesty, and might,

   From Me hath all proceeded. Receive thou this aright!

   Yet how shouldst thou receive, O Prince! the vastness of this word?

   I, who am all, and made it all, abide its separate Lord!

                         HERE ENDETH CHAPTER X OF THE

                                     BHAGAVADGITA,

                              Entitled "Vibhuti Yog,"

         Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly Perfections."

   CHAPTER XI

      Arjuna. This, for my soul's peace, have I heard from Thee,

   The unfolding of the Mystery Supreme

   Named Adhyatman; comprehending which,

   My darkness is dispelled; for now I know

   O Lotuseyed! whence is the birth of men,

   And whence their death, and what the majesties

   Of Thine immortal rule. Fain would I see,

   As thou Thyself declar'st it, Sovereign Lord!

   The likeness of that glory of Thy Form

   Wholly revealed. O Thou Divinest One!

   If this can be, if I may bear the sight,

   Make Thyself visible, Lord of all prayers!

   Show me Thy very self, the Eternal God!

      Krishna. Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! I manifest for thee

   Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery:

   I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine,

   My changeful hues, my countless forms. See! in this face of mine,

   Adityas, Vasus, Rudras, Aswins, and Maruts; see

   Wonders unnumbered, Indian Prince! revealed to none save thee.

   Behold! this is the Universe! Look! what is live and dead

   I gather all in one in Me! Gaze, as thy lips have said

   On GOD, ETERNAL, VERY GOD! See ME! what thou prayest!


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Thou canst not! nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest!

   Therefore I give thee sense divine. Have other eyes, new light!

   And, look! This is My glory, unveiled to mortal sight!

      Sanjaya. Then, O King! to God, so saying,

          Stood, to Pritha's Son displaying

          All the splendour, wonder, dread

          Of His vast Almightyhead.

          Out of countless eyes beholding,

          Out of countless mouths commanding,

          Countless mystic forms enfolding

          In one Form: supremely standing

          Countless radiant glories wearing,

          Countless heavenly weapons bearing,

          Crowned with garlands of starclusters,

          Robed in garb of woven lustres,

          Breathing from His perfect Presence

          Breaths of every subtle essence

          Of all heavenly odours; shedding

          Blinding brilliance; overspreading

          Boundless, beautiful all spaces

          With His allregarding faces;

          So He showed! If there should rise

          Suddenly within the skies

          Sunburst of a thousand suns

          Flooding earth with beams undeemedof,

          Then might be that Holy One's

          Majesty and radiance dreamed of!

             So did Pandu's Son behold

          All this universe enfold

          All its huge diversity

          Into one vast shape, and be

          Visible, and viewed, and blended

          In one Body subtle, splendid,

          Nameless th' Allcomprehending

          God of Gods, the NeverEnding

          Deity!

                         But, sore amazed,

          Thrilled, o'erfilled, dazzled, and dazed,

          Arjuna knelt; and bowed his head,

          And clasped his palms; and cried, and said:

      Arjuna. Yea! I have seen! I see!

         Lord! all is wrapped in Thee!

   The gods are in Thy glorious frame! the creatures

         Of earth, and heaven, and hell

         In Thy Divine form dwell,

   And in Thy countenance shine all the features

         Of Brahma, sitting lone


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Upon His lotusthrone;

   Of saints and sages, and the serpent races

         Ananta, Vasuki;

         Yea! mightiest Lord! I see

   Thy thousand thousand arms and breasts, and faces,

         And eyes, on every side

         Perfect, diversified;

   And nowhere end of Thee, nowhere beginning,

         Nowhere a centre! Shifts

         Wherever soul's gaze lifts

   Thy central Self, allwielding, and allwinning!

         Infinite King! I see

         The anadem on Thee,

   The club, the shell, the discus; see Thee burning

         In beams insufferable,

         Lighting earth, heaven, and hell

   With brilliance blazing, glowing, flashing; turning

         Darkness to dazzling day,

         Look I whichever way;

   Ah, Lord! I worship Thee, the Undivided,

         The Uttermost of thought,

         The TreasurePalace wrought

   To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided

         To shelter Virtue's laws;

         The Fount whence Life's stream draws

   All waters of all rivers of all being:

         The One Unborn, Unending:

         Unchanging and Unblending!

   With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing!

         Silver of moon and gold

         Of sun are glories rolled

   From Thy great eyes; Thy visage, beaming tender

         Throughout the stars and skies,

         Doth to warm life surprise

   Thy Universe. The worlds are filled with wonder

         Of Thy perfections! Space

         Starsprinkled, and void place

   From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound,

         Hath Thee in every spot,

         Thee, Thee! Where Thou art not,

   O Holy, Marvellous Form! is nowhere found!

         O Mystic, Awful One!

         At sight of Thee, made known,

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They fold their palms, and bow

         Body, and breast, and brow,

   And, whispering worship, laud and magnify Thee!

         Rishis and Siddhas cry

         "Hail! Highest Majesty!

   From sage and singer breaks the hymn of glory

         In dulcet harmony,

         Sounding the praise of Thee;

   While countless companies take up the story,

         Rudras, who ride the storms,

         Th' Adityas' shining forms,

   Vasus and Sadhyas, Viswas, Ushmapas;

         Maruts, and those great Twins

         The heavenly, fair, Aswins,

   Gandharvas, Rakshasas, Siddhas, and Asuras,

         These see Thee, and revere

         In suddenstricken fear;

   Yea! the Worlds, seeing Thee with form stupendous,

         With faces manifold,

         With eyes which all behold,

   Unnumbered eyes, vast arms, members tremendous,

         Flanks, lit with sun and star,

         Feet planted near and far,

   Tushes of terror, mouths wrathful and tender;

         The Three wide Worlds before Thee

         Adore, as I adore Thee,

   Quake, as I quake, to witness so much splendour!

         I mark Thee strike the skies

         With front, in wondrous wise

   Huge, rainbowpainted, glittering; and thy mouth

         Opened, and orbs which see

         All things, whatever be

   In all Thy worlds, east, west, and north and south.

         O Eyes of God! O Head!

         My strength of soul is fled,

   Gone is heart's force, rebuked is mind's desire!

         When I behold Thee so,

         With awful brows aglow,

   With burning glance, and lips lighted by fire

         Fierce as those flames which shall

         Consume, at close of all,

   Earth, Heaven! Ah me! I see no Earth and Heaven!

         Thee, Lord of Lords! I see,

         Thee only only Thee!


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Now let Thy mercy unto me be given,

         Thou Refuge of the World!

         Lo! to the cavern hurled

   Of Thy wideopened throat, and lips whitetushed,

         I see our noblest ones,

         Great Dhritarashtra's sons,

   Bhishma, Drona, and Karna, caught and crushed!

         The Kings and Chiefs drawn in,

         That gaping gorge within;

   The best of both these armies torn and riven!

         Between Thy jaws they lie

         Mangled full bloodily,

   Ground into dust and death! Like streams downdriven

         With helpless haste, which go

         In headlong furious flow

   Straight to the gulfing deeps of th' unfilled ocean,

         So to that flaming cave

         Those heroes great and brave

   Pour, in unending streams, with helpless motion!

         Like moths which in the night

         Flutter towards a light,

   Drawn to their fiery doom, flying and dying,

         So to their death still throng,

         Blind, dazzled, borne along

   Ceaselessly, all those multitudes, wild flying!

         Thou, that hast fashioned men,

         Devourest them again,

   One with another, great and small, alike!

         The creatures whom Thou mak'st,

         With flaming jaws Thou tak'st,

   Lapping them up! Lord God! Thy terrors strike

         From end to end of earth,

         Filling life full, from birth

   To death, with deadly, burning, lurid dread!

         Ah, Vishnu! make me know

         Why is Thy visage so?

   Who art Thou, feasting thus upon Thy dead?

         Who? awful Deity!

         I bow myself to Thee,

   Namostu Te, Devavara! Prasid!

         O Mightiest Lord! rehearse

         Why hast Thou face so fierce?

   Whence doth this aspect horrible proceed?

      Krishna. Thou seest Me as Time who kills,


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Time who brings all to doom,

   The Slayer Time, Ancient of Days, come hither to consume;

   Excepting thee, of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed,

   There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! Dismayed

   No longer be! Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes!

   Fight for the kingdom waiting thee when thou hast vanquished those.

   By Me they fall not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now,

   Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou!

   Strike, strongarmed Prince, at Drona! at Bhishma strike! deal death

   On Karna, Jyadratha; stay all their warlike breath!

   'Tis I who bid them perish! Thou wilt but slay the slain;

   Fight! they must fall, and thou must live, victor upon this plain!

      Sanjaya. Hearing mighty Keshav's word,

         Trembling that helmed Lord

         Clasped his lifted palms, and praying

         Grace of Krishna stood there, saying,

         With bowed brow and accents broken,

         These words, timorously spoken:

      Arjuna. Worthily, Lord of Might!

         The whole world hath delight

   In Thy surpassing power, obeying Thee;

         The Rakshasas, in dread

         At sight of Thee, are sped

   To all four quarters; and the company

         Of Siddhas sound Thy name.

         How should they not proclaim

   Thy Majesties, Divinest, Mightiest?

         Thou Brahm, than Brahma greater!

         Thou Infinite Creator!

   Thou God of gods, Life's Dwellingplace and Rest.

         Thou, of all souls the Soul!

         The Comprehending Whole!

   Of being formed, and formless being the Framer;

         O Utmost One! O Lord!

         Older than eld, Who stored

   The worlds with wealth of life! O TreasureClaimer,

         Who wottest all, and art

         Wisdom Thyself! O Part

   In all, and All; for all from Thee have risen

         Numberless now I see

         The aspects are of Thee!

   Vayu Thou art, and He who keeps the prison

         Of Narak, Yama dark;

         And Agni's shining spark;

   Varuna's waves are Thy waves. Moon and starlight

         Are Thine! Prajapati

         Art Thou, and 'tis to Thee


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They knelt in worshipping the old world's far light,

         The first of mortal men.

         Again, Thou God! again

   A thousand thousand times be magnified!

         Honour and worship be

         Glory and praise, to Thee

   Namo, Namaste, cried on every side;

         Cried here, above, below,

         Uttered when Thou dost go,

   Uttered where Thou dost come! Namo! we call;

         Namostu! God adored!

         Namostu! Nameless Lord

   Hail to Thee! Praise to Thee Thou One in all;

         For Thou art All! Yea, Thou!

         Ah! if in anger now

   Thou shouldst remember I did think Thee Friend,

         Speaking with easy speech,

         As men use each to each;

   Did call Thee "Krishna," "Prince," nor comprehend

         Thy hidden majesty,

         The might, the awe of Thee;

   Did, in my heedlessness, or in my love,

         On journey, or in jest,

         Or when we lay at rest,

   Sitting at council, straying in the grove,

         Alone, or in the throng,

         Do Thee, most Holy! wrong,

   Be Thy grace granted for that witless sin

         For Thou art, now I know,

         Father of all below,

   Of all above, of all the worlds within

         Guru of Gurus; more

         To reverence and adore

   Than all which is adorable and high!

         How, in the wide worlds three

         Should any equal be?

   Should any other share Thy Majesty?

         Therefore, with body bent

         And reverent intent,

   I praise, and serve, and seek Thee, asking grace.

         As father to a son,

         As friend to friend, as one

   Who loveth to his lover, turn Thy face

         In gentleness on me!


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Good is it I did see

   This unknown marvel of Thy Form! But fear

         Mingles with joy! Retake,

         Dear Lord! for pity's sake

   Thine earthly shape, which earthly eyes may bear!

         Be merciful, and show

         The visage that I know;

   Let me regard Thee, as of yore, arrayed

         With disc and foreheadgem,

         With mace and anadem,

   Thou that sustainest all things! Undismayed

         Let me once more behold

         The form I loved of old,

   Thou of the thousand arms and countless eyes!

         This frightened heart is fain

         To see restored again

   My Charioteer, in Krishna's kind disguise.

   Krishna. Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna! because I loved thee well,

   The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell,

   Shining, and wonderful, and majestic, manifold,

   Which none save thou in all the years had favour to behold;

   For not by Vedas cometh this, nor sacrifice, nor alms,

   Nor works welldone, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chanted

      psalms,

   That mortal eyes should bear to view the Immortal Soul unclad,

   Prince of the Kurus! This was kept for thee alone! Be glad!

   Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen

   My terror with My glory. As I before have been

   So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold!

   Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew'st of old!

      Sanjaya. These words to Arjuna spake

         Vasudev, and straight did take

         Back again the semblance dear

         Of the wellloved charioteer;

         Peace and joy it did restore

         When the Prince beheld once more

         Mighty BRAHMA'S form and face

         Clothed in Krishna's gentle grace.

      Arjuna. Now that I see come back, Janardana!

   This friendly human frame, my mind can think

   Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again!

      Krishna. Yea! it was wonderful and terrible

   To view me as thou didst, dear Prince! The gods

   Dread and desire continually to view!

   Yet not by Vedas, nor from sacrifice,

   Nor penance, nor giftgiving, nor with prayer

   Shall any so behold, as thou hast seen!

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And uttermost surrender am I known

   And seen, and entered into, Indian Prince!

   Who doeth all for Me; who findeth Me

   In all; adoreth always; loveth all

   Which I have made, and Me, for Love's sole end,

   That man, Arjuna! unto Me doth wend.

                HERE ENDETH CHAPTER XI OF THE

                         BHAGAVADGITA,

                Entitled "Viswarupadarsanam,"

         Or "The Book of the Manifesting of the

                        One and Manifold."

   CHAPTER XII

      Arjuna. Lord! of the men who serve Thee true in heart

   As God revealed; and of the men who serve,

   Worshipping Thee Unrevealed, Unbodied, Far,

   Which take the better way of faith and life?

      Krishna. Whoever serve Me as I show Myself

   Constantly true, in full devotion fixed,

   Those hold I very holy. But who serve

   Worshipping Me The One, The Invisible,

   The Unrevealed, Unnamed, Unthinkable,

   Uttermost, Allpervading, Highest, Sure

   Who thus adore Me, mastering their sense,

   Of one set mind to all, glad in all good,

   These blessed souls come unto Me.

                                                       Yet, hard

   The travail is for such as bend their minds

   To reach th' Unmanifest. That viewless path

   Shall scarce be trod by man bearing the flesh!

   But whereso any doeth all his deeds

   Renouncing self for Me, full of Me, fixed

   To serve only the Highest, night and day

   Musing on Me him will I swiftly lift

   Forth from life's ocean of distress and death,

   Whose soul clings fast to Me. Cling thou to Me!

   Clasp Me with heart and mind! so shalt thou dwell

   Surely with Me on high. But if thy thought

   Droops from such height; if thou be'st weak to set

   Body and soul upon Me constantly,

   Despair not! give Me lower service! I seek

   To reach Me, worshipping with steadfast will;

   And, if thou canst not worship steadfastly,

   Work for Me, toil in works pleasing to Me!

   For he that laboureth right for love of Me

   Shall finally attain! But, if in this


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Thy faint heart fails, bring Me thy failure! find

   Refuge in Me! let fruits of labour go,

   Renouncing hope for Me, with lowliest heart,

   So shalt thou come; for, though to know is more

   Than diligence, yet worship better is

   Than knowing, and renouncing better still.

   Near to renunciation very near

   Dwelleth Eternal Peace!

                                           Who hateth nought

   Of all which lives, living himself benign,

   Compassionate, from arrogance exempt,

   Exempt from love of self, unchangeable

   By good or ill; patient, contented, firm

   In faith, mastering himself, true to his word,

   Seeking Me, heart and soul; vowed unto Me,

   That man I love! Who troubleth not his kind,

   And is not troubled by them; clear of wrath,

   Living too high for gladness, grief, or fear,

   That man I love! Who, dwelling quieteyed,

   Stainless, serene, wellbalanced, unperplexed,

   Working with Me, yet from all works detached,

   That man I love! Who, fixed in faith on Me,

   Dotes upon none, scorns none; rejoices not,

   And grieves not, letting good or evil hap

   Light when it will, and when it will depart,

   That man I love! Who, unto friend and foe

   Keeping an equal heart, with equal mind

   Bears shame and glory; with an equal peace

   Takes heat and cold, pleasure and pain; abides

   Quit of desires, hears praise or calumny

   In passionless restraint, unmoved by each;

   Linked by no ties to earth, steadfast in Me,

   That man I love! But most of all I love

   Those happy ones to whom 'tis life to live

   In single fervid faith and love unseeing,

   Drinking the blessed Amrit of my Being!

             HERE ENDETH CHAPTER XII OF THE

                         BHAGAVADGITA,

                   Entitled "Bhaktiyog,"

      Or "The Book of the Religion of Faith."

   CHAPTER XIII

      Arjuna. Now would I hear, O gracious Kesava!

   Of Life which seems, and Soul beyond, which sees,

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Krishna. Yea! Son of Kunti! for this flesh ye see

   Is Kshetra, is the field where Life disports;

   And that which views and knows it is the Soul,

   Kshetrajna. In all "fields," thou Indian prince!

   I am Kshetrajna. I am what surveys!

   Only that knowledge knows which knows the known

   By the knower! What it is, that "field" of life,

   What qualities it hath, and whence it is,

   And why it changeth, and the faculty

   That wotteth it, the mightiness of this,

   And how it wotteth hear these things from Me!

      The elements, the conscious life, the mind,

   The unseen vital force, the nine strange gates

   Of the body, and the five domains of sense;

   Desire, dislike, pleasure and pain, and thought

   Deepwoven, and persistency of being;

   These all are wrought on Matter by the Soul!

      Humbleness, truthfulness, and harmlessness,

   Patience and honour, reverence for the wise.

   Purity, constancy, control of self,

   Contempt of sensedelights, selfsacrifice,

   Perception of the certitude of ill

   In birth, death, age, disease, suffering, and sin;

   Detachment, lightly holding unto home,

   Children, and wife, and all that bindeth men;

   An evertranquil heart in fortunes good

   And fortunes evil, with a will set firm

   To worship Me Me only! ceasing not;

   Loving all solitudes, and shunning noise

   Of foolish crowds; endeavours resolute

   To reach perception of the Utmost Soul,

   And grace to understand what gain it were

   So to attain, this is true Wisdom, Prince!

   And what is otherwise is ignorance!

      Now will I speak of knowledge best to know

   That Truth which giveth man Amrit to drink,

   The Truth of HIM, the ParaBrahm, the All,

   The Uncreated; not Asat, nor Sat,

   Not Form, nor the Unformed; yet both, and more;

   Whose hands are everywhere, and everywhere

   Planted His feet, and everywhere His eyes

   Beholding, and His ears in every place

   Hearing, and all His faces everywhere

   Enlightening and encompassing His worlds.

   Glorified in the senses He hath given,

   Yet beyond sense He is; sustaining all,

   Yet dwells He unattached: of forms and modes

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He is within all beings and without

   Motionless, yet still moving; not discerned

   For subtlety of instant presence; close

   To all, to each; yet measurelessly far!

   Not manifold, and yet subsisting still

   In all which lives; for ever to be known

   As the Sustainer, yet, at the End of Times,

   He maketh all to end and recreates.

   The Light of Lights He is, in the heart of the Dark

   Shining eternally. Wisdom He is

   And Wisdom's way, and Guide of all the wise,

   Planted in every heart.

                                                So have I told

   Of Life's stuff, and the moulding, and the lore

   To comprehend. Whoso, adoring Me,

   Perceiveth this, shall surely come to Me!

      Know thou that Nature and the Spirit both

   Have no beginning! Know that qualities

   And changes of them are by Nature wrought;

   That Nature puts to work the acting frame,

   But Spirit doth inform it, and so cause

   Feeling of pain and pleasure. Spirit, linked

   To moulded matter, entereth into bond

   With qualities by Nature framed, and, thus

   Married to matter, breeds the birth again

   In good or evil yonis.

                                                   Yet is this

   Yea! in its bodily prison! Spirit pure,

   Spirit supreme; surveying, governing,

   Guarding, possessing; Lord and Master still

   PURUSHA, Ultimate, One Soul with Me.

      Whoso thus knows himself, and knows his soul

   PURUSHA, working through the qualities

   With Nature's modes, the light hath come for him!

   Whatever flesh he bears, never again

   Shall he take on its load. Some few there be

   By meditation find the Soul in Self

   Selfschooled; and some by long philosophy

   And holy life reach thither; some by works:

   Some, never so attaining, hear of light

   From other lips, and seize, and cleave to it

   Worshipping; yea! and those to teaching true

   Overpass Death!

                                 Wherever, Indian Prince!

   Life is of moving things, or things unmoved,

   Plant or still seed know, what is there hath grown

   By bond of Matter and of Spirit: Know

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The living, lordly Soul; the Soul Supreme,

   Imperishable amid the Perishing:

   For, whoso thus beholds, in every place,

   In every form, the same, one, Living Life,

   Doth no more wrongfulness unto himself,

   But goes the highest road which brings to bliss.

   Seeing, he sees, indeed, who sees that works

   Are Nature's wont, for Soul to practise by

   Acting, yet not the agent; sees the mass

   Of separate living things each of its kind

   Issue from One, and blend again to One:

   Then hath he BRAHMA, he attains!

                                                       O Prince!

   That Ultimate, High Spirit, Uncreate,

   Unqualified, even when it entereth flesh

   Taketh no stain of acts, worketh in nought!

   Like to th' ethereal air, pervading all,

   Which, for sheer subtlety, avoideth taint,

   The subtle Soul sits everywhere, unstained:

   Like to the light of the allpiercing sun

   [Which is not changed by aught it shines upon,]

   The Soul's light shineth pure in every place;

   And they who, by such eye of wisdom, see

   How Matter, and what deals with it, divide;

   And how the Spirit and the flesh have strife,

   Those wise ones go the way which leads to Life!

                      HERE ENDETH CHAPTER XIII OF THE

                                  BHAGAVADGITA,

                   Entitled "Kshetrakshetrajnavibhagayog,"

    Or "The Book of Religion by Separation of Matter and Spirit."

   CHAPTER XIV

      Krishna. Yet farther will I open unto thee

   This wisdom of all wisdoms, uttermost,

   The which possessing, all My saints have passed

   To perfectness. On such high verities

   Reliant, rising into fellowship

   With Me, they are not born again at birth

   Of Kalpas, nor at Pralyas suffer change!

      This Universe the womb is where I plant

   Seed of all lives! Thence, Prince of India, comes

   Birth to all beings! Whoso, Kunti's Son!

   Mothers each mortal form, Brahma conceives,

   And I am He that fathers, sending seed!


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Sattwan, Raias, and Tamas, so are named

   The qualities of Nature, "Soothfastness,"

   "Passion," and "Ignorance." These three bind down

   The changeless Spirit in the changeful flesh.

   Whereof sweet "Soothfastness," by purity

   Living unsullied and enlightened, binds

   The sinless Soul to happiness and truth;

   And Passion, being kin to appetite,

   And breeding impulse and propensity,

   Binds the embodied Soul, O Kunti's Son!

   By tie of works. But Ignorance, begot

   Of Darkness, blinding mortal men, binds down

   Their souls to stupor, sloth, and drowsiness.

   Yea, Prince of India! Soothfastness binds souls

   In pleasant wise to flesh; and Passion binds

   By toilsome strain; but Ignorance, which blots

   The beams of wisdom, binds the soul to sloth.

   Passion and Ignorance, once overcome,

   Leave Soothfastness, O Bharata! Where this

   With Ignorance are absent, Passion rules;

   And Ignorance in hearts not good nor quick.

   When at all gateways of the Body shines

   The Lamp of Knowledge, then may one see well

   Soothfastness settled in that city reigns;

   Where longing is, and ardour, and unrest,

   Impulse to strive and gain, and avarice,

   Those spring from Passion Prince! engrained; and where

   Darkness and dulness, sloth and stupor are,

   'Tis Ignorance hath caused them, Kuru Chief!

      Moreover, when a soul departeth, fixed

   In Soothfastness, it goeth to the place

   Perfect and pure of those that know all Truth.

   If it departeth in set habitude

   Of Impulse, it shall pass into the world

   Of spirits tied to works; and, if it dies

   In hardened Ignorance, that blinded soul

   Is born anew in some unlighted womb.

      The fruit of Soothfastness is true and sweet;

   The fruit of lusts is pain and toil; the fruit

   Of Ignorance is deeper darkness. Yea!

   For Light brings light, and Passion ache to have;

   And gloom, bewilderments, and ignorance

   Grow forth from Ignorance. Those of the first

   Rise ever higher; those of the second mode

   Take a mid place; the darkened souls sink back

   To lower deeps, loaded with witlessness!

      When, watching life, the living man perceives

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And knows what rules beyond the Qualities,

   Then is he come nigh unto Me!

                                                       The Soul,

   Thus passing forth from the Three Qualities

   Whereby arise all bodies overcomes

   Birth, Death, Sorrow, and Age; and drinketh deep

   The undying wine of Amrit.

      Arjuna. Oh, my Lord!

   Which be the signs to know him that hath gone

   Past the Three Modes? How liveth he? What way

   Leadeth him safe beyond the threefold Modes?

      Krishna. He who with equanimity surveys

   Lustre of goodness, strife of passion, sloth

   Of ignorance, not angry if they are,

   Not wishful when they are not: he who sits

   A sojourner and stranger in their midst

   Unruffled, standing off, saying serene

   When troubles break, "These be the Qualities!

   He unto whom selfcentred grief and joy

   Sound as one word; to whose deepseeing eyes

   The clod, the marble, and the gold are one;

   Whose equal heart holds the same gentleness

   For lovely and unlovely things, firmset,

   Wellpleased in praise and dispraise; satisfied

   With honour or dishonour; unto friends

   And unto foes alike in tolerance;

   Detached from undertakings, he is named

   Surmounter of the Qualities!

                                                       And such

   With single, fervent faith adoring Me,

   Passing beyond the Qualities, conforms

   To Brahma, and attains Me!

                                                         For I am

   That whereof Brahma is the likeness! Mine

   The Amrit is; and Immortality

   Is mine; and mine perfect Felicity!

                  HERE ENDETH CHAPTER XIV OF THE

                                 BHAGAVADGITA,

                  Entitled "Gunatrayavibhagayog,"

      Or "The Book of Religion by Separation from

                                 the Qualities."

   CHAPTER XV

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Which hath its boughs beneath, its roots above,

   The everholy tree. Yea! for its leaves

   Are green and waving hymns which whisper Truth!

   Who knows the Aswattha, knows Veds, and all.

   Its branches shoot to heaven and sink to earth,

   Even as the deeds of men, which take their birth

      From qualities: its silver sprays and blooms,

   And all the eager verdure of its girth,

   Leap to quick life at kiss of sun and air,

   As men's lives quicken to the temptings fair

      Of wooing sense: its hanging rootlets seek

   The soil beneath, helping to hold it there,

   As actions wrought amid this world of men

   Bind them by evertightening bonds again.

      If ye knew well the teaching of the Tree,

   What its shape saith; and whence it springs; and, then

   How it must end, and all the ills of it,

   The axe of sharp Detachment ye would whet,

      And cleave the clinging snaky roots, and lay

   This Aswattha of senselife low, to set

   New growths upspringing to that happier sky,

   Which they who reach shall have no day to die,

      Nor fade away, nor fall to Him, I mean,

   FATHER and FIRST, Who made the mystery

   Of old Creation; for to Him come they

   From passion and from dreams who break away;

      Who part the bonds constraining them to flesh,

   And, Him, the Highest, worshipping alway

   No longer grow at mercy of what breeze

   Of summer pleasure stirs the sleeping trees,

      What blast of tempest tears them, bough and stem:

   To the eternal world pass such as these!

   Another Sun gleams there! another Moon!

   Another Light, not Dusk, nor Dawn, nor Noon

      Which they who once behold return no more;

   They have attained My rest, life's Utmost boon!

      When, in this world of manifested life,

   The undying Spirit, setting forth from Me,

   Taketh on form, it draweth to itself

   From Being's storehouse, which containeth all,

   Senses and intellect. The Sovereign Soul

   Thus entering the flesh, or quitting it,

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Blowing above the flower.beds. Ear and Eye,

   And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,

   Yea, and a sentient mind; linking itself

   To sensethings so.

                                    The unenlightened ones

   Mark not that Spirit when he goes or comes,

   Nor when he takes his pleasure in the form,

   Conjoined with qualities; but those see plain

   Who have the eyes to see. Holy souls see

   Which strive thereto. Enlightened, they perceive

   That Spirit in themselves; but foolish ones,

   Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts

   Unkindled, illinformed!

                                          Know, too, from Me

   Shineth the gathered glory of the suns

   Which lighten all the world: from Me the moons

   Draw silvery beams, and fire fierce loveliness.

   I penetrate the clay, and lend all shapes

   Their living force; I glide into the plant

   Root, leaf, and bloom to make the woodlands green

   With springing sap. Becoming vital warmth,

   I glow in glad, respiring frames, and pass,

   With outward and with inward breath, to feed

   The body by all meats.

                                           For in this world

   Being is twofold: the Divided, one;

   The Undivided, one. All things that live

   Are "the Divided." That which sits apart,

   "The Undivided."

                                        Higher still is He,

   The Highest, holding all, whose Name is LORD,

   The Eternal, Sovereign, First! Who fills all worlds,

   Sustaining them. And dwelling thus beyond

   Divided Being and Undivided I

   Am called of men and Vedas, Life Supreme,

   The PURUSHOTTAMA.

                                          Who knows Me thus,

   With mind unclouded, knoweth all, dear Prince!

   And with his whole soul ever worshippeth Me.

      Now is the sacred, secret Mystery

   Declared to thee! Who comprehendeth this

   Hath wisdom! He is quit of works in bliss!

                     HERE ENDETH CHAPTER XV OF THE

                                 BHAGAVADGITA,

                  Entitled "Purushottamapraptiyog,"

    Or "The Book of Religion by Attaining the Supreme."


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CHAPTER XVI

      Krishna. Fearlessness, singleness of soul, the wilL

   Always to strive for wisdom; opened hand

   And governed appetites; and piety,

   And love of lonely study; humbleness,

   Uprightness, heed to injure nought which lives,

   Truthfulness, slowness unto wrath, a mind

   That lightly letteth go what others prize;

   And equanimity, and charity

   Which spieth no man's faults; and tenderness

   Towards all that suffer; a contented heart,

   Fluttered by no desires; a bearing mild,

   Modest, and grave, with manhood nobly mixed,

   With patience, fortitude, and purity;

   An unrevengeful spirit, never given

   To rate itself too high; such be the signs,

   O Indian Prince! of him whose feet are set

   On that fair path which leads to heavenly birth!

      Deceitfulness, and arrogance, and pride,

   Quickness to anger, harsh and evil speech,

   And ignorance, to its own darkness blind,

   These be the signs, My Prince! of him whose birth

   Is fated for the regions of the vile.

      The Heavenly Birth brings to deliverance,

   So should'st thou know! The birth with Asuras

   Brings into bondage. Be thou joyous, Prince!

   Whose lot is set apart for heavenly Birth.

      Two stamps there are marked on all living men,

   Divine and Undivine; I spake to thee

   By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man,

   Hear from me now of the Unheavenly!

      They comprehend not, the Unheavenly,

   How Souls go forth from Me; nor how they come

   Back unto Me: nor is there Truth in these,

   Nor purity, nor rule of Life. "This world

   Hath not a Law, nor Order, nor a Lord,"

   So say they: "nor hath risen up by Cause

   Following on Cause, in perfect purposing,

   But is none other than a House of Lust."

   And, this thing thinking, all those ruined ones

   Of little wit, darkminded give themselves

   To evil deeds, the curses of their kind.

   Surrendered to desires insatiable,

   Full of deceitfulness, folly, and pride,

   In blindness cleaving to their errors, caught


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Into the sinful course, they trust this lie

   As it were true this lie which leads to death

   Finding in Pleasure all the good which is,

   And crying "Here it finisheth!"

                                                         Ensnared

   In nooses of a hundred idle hopes,

   Slaves to their passion and their wrath, they buy

   Wealth with base deeds, to glut hot appetites;

   "Thus much, today," they say, "we gained! thereby

   Such and such wish of heart shall have its fill;

   And this is ours! and th' other shall be ours!

   Today we slew a foe, and we will slay

   Our other enemy tomorrow! Look!

   Are we not lords? Make we not goodly cheer?

   Is not our fortune famous, brave, and great?

   Rich are we, proudly born! What other men

   Live like to us? Kill, then, for sacrifice!

   Cast largesse, and be merry!" So they speak

   Darkened by ignorance; and so they fall

   Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound

   In net of black delusion, lost in lusts

   Down to foul Naraka. Conceited, fond,

   Stubborn and proud, deaddrunken with the wine

   Of wealth, and reckless, all their offerings

   Have but a show of reverence, being not made

   In piety of ancient faith. Thus vowed

   To selfhood, force, insolence, feasting, wrath,

   These My blasphemers, in the forms they wear

   And in the forms they breed, my foemen are,

   Hateful and hating; cruel, evil, vile,

   Lowest and least of men, whom I cast down

   Again, and yet again, at end of lives,

   Into some devilish womb, whence birth by birth

   The devilish wombs respawn them, all beguiled;

   And, till they find and worship Me, sweet Prince!

   Tread they that Nether Road.

                                           The Doors of Hell

   Are threefold, whereby men to ruin pass,

   The door of Lust, the door of Wrath, the door

   Of Avarice. Let a man shun those three!

   He who shall turn aside from entering

   All those three gates of Narak, wendeth straight

   To find his peace, and comes to Swarga's gate.

                     HERE ENDETH CHAPTER XVI OF THE

                                 BHAGAVADGITA,

                  Entitled "Daivasarasaupadwibhagayog,"

                Or "The Book of the Separateness of the

                              Divine and Undivine."


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CHAPTER XVII

      Arjuna. If men forsake the holy ordinance,

   Heedless of Shastras, yet keep faith at heart

   And worship, what shall be the state of those,

   Great Krishna! Sattwan, Rajas, Tamas? Say!

      Krishna. Threefold the faith is of mankind, and springs

   From those three qualities, becoming "true,"

   Or "passionstained," or "dark," as thou shalt hear!

      The faith of each believer, Indian Prince!

   Conforms itself to what he truly is.

   Where thou shalt see a worshipper, that one

   To what he worships lives assimilate,

   [Such as the shrine, so is the votary,]

   The "soothfast" souls adore true gods; the souls

   Obeying Rajas worship Rakshasas

   Or Yakshas; and the men of Darkness pray

   To Pretas and to Bhutas. Yea, and those

   Who practise bitter penance, not enjoined

   By rightful rule penance which hath its root

   In selfsufficient, proud hypocrisies

   Those men, passionbeset, violent, wild,

   Torturing the witless ones My elements

   Shut in fair company within their flesh,

   (Nay, Me myself, present within the flesh!)

   Know them to devils devoted, not to Heaven!

   For like as foods are threefold for mankind

   In nourishing, so is there threefold way

   Of worship, abstinence, and almsgiving!

   Hear this of Me! there is a food which brings

   Force, substance, strength, and health, and joy to live,

   Being wellseasoned, cordial, comforting,

   The "Soothfast" meat. And there be foods which bring

   Aches and unrests, and burning blood, and grief

   Being too biting, heating, salt, and sharp,

   And therefore craved by too strong appetite.

   And there is foul food kept from overnight,

   Savourless, filthy, which the foul will eat,

   A feast of rottenness, meet for the lips

   Of such as love the "Darkness."

                                           Thus with rites;

   A sacrifice not for rewardment made,

   Offered in rightful wise, when he who vows

   Sayeth, with heart devout, "This I should do!

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Offered for good repute, be sure that this,

   O Best of Bharatas! is Rajasrite,

   With stamp of "passion." And a sacrifice

   Offered against the laws, with no due dole

   Of foodgiving, with no accompaniment

   Of hallowed hymn, nor largesse to the priests,

   In faithless celebration, call it vile,

   The deed of "Darkness!" lost!

                                              Worship of gods

   Meriting worship; lowly reverence

   Of Twiceborns, Teachers, Elders; Purity,

   Rectitude, and the Brahmacharya's vow,

   And not to injure any helpless thing,

   These make a true religiousness of Act.

      Words causing no man woe, words ever true,

   Gentle and pleasing words, and those ye say

   In murmured reading of a Sacred Writ,

   These make the true religiousness of Speech.

      Serenity of soul, benignity,

   Sway of the silent Spirit, constant stress

   To sanctify the Nature, these things make

   Good rite, and true religiousness of Mind.

      Such threefold faith, in highest piety

   Kept, with no hope of gain, by hearts devote

   Is perfect work of Sattwan, true belief.

      Religion shown in act of proud display

   To win good entertainment, worship, fame,

   Such say I is of Rajas, rash and vain.

      Religion followed by a witless will

   To torture self, or come at power to hurt

   Another, 'tis of Tamas, dark and ill.

      The gift lovingly given, when one shall say

   "Now must I gladly give!" when he who takes

   Can render nothing back; made in due place,

   Due time, and to a meet recipient,

   Is gift of Sattwan, fair and profitable.

      The gift selfishly given, where to receive

   Is hoped again, or when some end is sought,

   Or where the gift is proffered with a grudge,

   This is of Rajas, stained with impulse, ill.

      The gift churlishly flung, at evil time,

   In wrongful place, to base recipient,

   Made in disdain or harsh unkindliness,


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Is gift of Tamas, dark; it doth not bless!

               HERE ENDETH CHAPTER XVII OF THE

                           BHAGAVADGITA,

             Entitled "Sraddhatrayavibhagayog,"

       Or "The Book of Religion by the Threefold

                           Kinds of Faith."

   CHAPTER XVIII

      Arjuna. Fain would I better know, Thou Glorious One!

   The very truth Heart's Lord! of Sannyas,

   Abstention; and Renunciation, Lord!

   Tyaga; and what separates these twain!

      Krishna. The poets rightly teach that Sannyas

   Is the foregoing of all acts which spring

   Out of desire; and their wisest say

   Tyaga is renouncing fruit of acts.

      There be among the saints some who have held

   All action sinful, and to be renounced;

   And some who answer, "Nay! the goodly acts

   As worship, penance, alms must be performed!"

   Hear now My sentence, Best of Bharatas!

      'Tis well set forth, O Chaser of thy Foes!

   Renunciation is of threefold form,

   And Worship, Penance, Alms, not to be stayed;

   Nay, to be gladly done; for all those three

   Are purifying waters for true souls!

      Yet must be practised even those high works

   In yielding up attachment, and all fruit

   Produced by works. This is My judgment, Prince!

   This My insuperable and fixed decree!

      Abstaining from a work by right prescribed

   Never is meet! So to abstain doth spring

   From "Darkness," and Delusion teacheth it.

   Abstaining from a work grievous to flesh,

   When one saith "'Tis unpleasing!" this is null!

   Such an one acts from "passion;" nought of gain

   Wins his Renunciation! But, Arjun!

   Abstaining from attachment to the work,

   Abstaining from rewardment in the work,

   While yet one doeth it full faithfully,

   Saying, "'Tis right to do!" that is "true" act

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Unvexed if his work fail, if it succeed

   Unflattered, in his own heart justified,

   Quit of debates and doubts, his is "true" act:

   For, being in the body, none may stand

   Wholly aloof from act; yet, who abstains

   From profit of his acts is abstinent.

      The fruit of labours, in the fives to come,

   Is threefold for all men, Desirable,

   And Undesirable, and mixed of both;

   But no fruit is at all where no work was.

      Hear from me, Longarmed Lord! the makings five

   Which go to every act, in Sankhya taught

   As necessary. First the force; and then

   The agent; next, the various instruments;

   Fourth, the especial effort; fifth, the God.

   What work soever any mortal doth

   Of body, mind, or speech, evil or good,

   By these five doth he that. Which being thus,

   Whoso, for lack of knowledge, seeth himself

   As the sole actor, knoweth nought at all

   And seeth nought. Therefore, I say, if one

   Holding aloof from self with unstained mind

   Should slay all yonder host, being bid to slay,

   He doth not slay; he is not bound thereby!

      Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows,

   These make the threefold startingground of act.

   The act, the actor, and the instrument,

   These make the threefold total of the deed.

   But knowledge, agent, act, are differenced

   By three dividing qualities. Hear now

   Which be the qualities dividing them.

      There is "true" Knowledge. Learn thou it is this:

   To see one changeless Life in all the Lives,

   And in the Separate, One Inseparable.

   There is imperfect Knowledge: that which sees

   The separate existences apart,

   And, being separated, holds them real.

   There is false Knowledge: that which blindly clings

   To one as if 'twere all, seeking no Cause,

   Deprived of light, narrow, and dull, and "dark."

      There is "right" Action: that which being enjoined

   Is wrought without attachment, passionlessly,

   For duty, not for love, nor hate, nor gain.

   There is "vain" Action: that which men pursue

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This is of Rajas passionate and vain.

   There is "dark" Action: when one doth a thing

   Heedless of issues, heedless of the hurt

   Or wrong for others, heedless if he harm

   His own soul 'tis of Tamas, black and bad!

      There is the "rightful" doer. He who acts

   Free from selfseeking, humble, resolute,

   Steadfast, in good or evil hap the same,

   Content to do aright he "truly" acts.

   There is th' "impassioned" doer. He that works

   From impulse, seeking profit, rude and bold

   To overcome, unchastened; slave by turns

   Of sorrow and of joy: of Rajas he!

   And there be evil doers; loose of heart,

   Lowminded, stubborn, fraudulent, remiss,

   Dull, slow, despondent children of the "dark."

      Hear, too, of Intellect and Steadfastness

   The threefold separation, ConquerorPrince!

   How these are set apart by Qualities.

      Good is the Intellect which comprehends

   The coming forth and going back of life,

   What must be done, and what must not be done,

   What should be feared, and what should not be feared,

   What binds and what emancipates the soul:

   That is of Sattwan, Prince! of "soothfastness."

   Marred is the Intellect which, knowing right

   And knowing wrong, and what is well to do

   And what must not be done, yet understands

   Nought with firm mind, nor as the calm truth is:

   This is of Rajas, Prince! and "passionate!"

   Evil is Intellect which, wrapped in gloom,

   Looks upon wrong as right, and sees all things

   Contrariwise of Truth. O Pritha's Son!

   That is of Tamas, "dark" and desperate!

      Good is the steadfastness whereby a man

   Masters his beats of heart, his very breath

   Of life, the action of his senses; fixed

   In nevershaken faith and piety:

   That is of Sattwan, Prince! "soothfast" and fair!

   Stained is the steadfastness whereby a man

   Holds to his duty, purpose, effort, end,

   For life's sake, and the love of goods to gain,

   Arjuna! 'tis of Raias, passionstamped!

   Sad is the steadfastness wherewith the fool

   Cleaves to his sloth, his sorrow, and his fears,

   His folly and despair. This Pritha's Son!

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Hear further, Chief of Bharatas! from Me

   The threefold kinds of Pleasure which there be.

      Good Pleasure is the pleasure that endures,

   Banishing pain for aye; bitter at first

   As poison to the soul, but afterward

   Sweet as the taste of Amrit. Drink of that!

   It springeth in the Spirit's deep content.

   And painful Pleasure springeth from the bond

   Between the senses and the senseworld. Sweet

   As Amrit is its first taste, but its last

   Bitter as poison. 'Tis of Rajas, Prince!

   And foul and "dark" the Pleasure is which springs

   From sloth and sin and foolishness; at first

   And at the last, and all the way of life

   The soul bewildering. 'Tis of Tamas, Prince!

      For nothing lives on earth, nor 'midst the gods

   In utmost heaven, but hath its being bound

   With these three Qualities, by Nature framed.

      The work of Brahmans, Kshatriyas, Vaisyas,

   And Sudras, O thou Slayer of thy Foes!

   Is fixed by reason of the Qualities

   Planted in each:

                            A Brahman's virtues, Prince

   Born of his nature, are serenity,

   Selfmastery, religion, purity,

   Patience, uprightness, learning, and to know

   The truth of things which be. A Kshatriya's pride,

   Born of his nature, lives in valour, fire,

   Constancy, skilfulness, spirit in fight,

   And openhandedness and noble mien,

   As of a lord of men. A Vaisya's task,

   Born with his nature, is to till the ground,

   Tend cattle, venture trade. A Sudra's state,

   Suiting his nature, is to minister.

      Whoso performeth diligent, content

   The work allotted him, whate'er it be,

   Lays hold of perfectness! Hear how a man

   Findeth perfection, being so content:

   He findeth it through worship wrought by work

   Of HIM that is the Source of all which lives,

   Of HIM by Whom the universe was stretched.

      Better thine own work is, though done with fault,

   Than doing others' work, ev'n excellently.

   He shall not fall in sin who fronts the task

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His natural duty, Prince! though it bear blame!

   For every work hath blame, as every flame

   Is wrapped in smoke! Only that man attains

   Perfect surcease of work whose work was wrought

   With mind unfettered, soul wholly subdued,

   Desires for ever dead, results renounced.

      Learn from me, Son of Kunti! also this,

   How one, attaining perfect peace, attains

   BRAHM, the supreme, the highest height of all!

      Devoted with a heart grown pure, restrained

   In lordly selfcontrol, forgoing wiles

   Of song and senses, freed from love and hate,

   Dwelling 'mid solitudes, in diet spare,

   With body, speech, and will tamed to obey,

   Ever to holy meditation vowed,

   From passions liberate, quit of the Self,

   Of arrogance, impatience, anger, pride;

   Freed from surroundings, quiet, lacking nought

   Such an one grows to oneness with the BRAHM;

   Such an one, growing one with BRAHM, serene,

   Sorrows no more, desires no more; his soul,

   Equally loving all that lives, loves well

   Me, Who have made them, and attains to Me.

   By this same love and worship doth he know

   Me as I am, how high and wonderful,

   And knowing, straightway enters into Me.

   And whatsoever deeds he doeth fixed

   In Me, as in his refuge he hath won

   For ever and for ever by My grace

   Th' Eternal Rest! So win thou! In thy thoughts

   Do all thou dost for Me! Renounce for Me!

   Sacrifice heart and mind and will to Me!

   Live in the faith of Me! In faith of Me

   All dangers thou shalt vanquish, by My grace;

   But, trusting to thyself and heeding not,

   Thou can'st but perish! If this day thou say'st,

   Relying on thyself, "I will not fight!"

   Vain will the purpose prove! thy qualities

   Would spur thee to the war. What thou dost shun,

   Misled by fair illusions, thou wouldst seek

   Against thy will, when the task comes to thee

   Waking the promptings in thy nature set.

   There lives a Master in the hearts of men

   Maketh their deeds, by subtle pullingstrings,

   Dance to what tune HE will. With all thy soul

   Trust Him, and take Him for thy succour, Prince!

   So only so, Arjuna! shalt thou gain

   By grace of Him the uttermost repose,

   The Eternal Place!


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Thus hath been opened thee

   This Truth of Truths, the Mystery more hid

   Than any secret mystery. Meditate!

   And as thou wilt then act!

                                          Nay! but once more

   Take My last word, My utmost meaning have!

   Precious thou art to Me; right wellbeloved!

   Listen! tell thee for thy comfort this.

   Give Me thy heart! adore Me! serve Me! cling

   In faith and love and reverence to Me!

   So shalt thou come to Me! I promise true,

   For thou art sweet to Me!

                                           And let go those

   Rites and writ duties! Fly to Me alone!

   Make Me thy single refuge! will free

   Thy soul from all its sins! Be of good cheer!

         [Hide, the holy Krishna saith,

         This from him that hath no faith,

         Him that worships not, nor seeks

         Wisdom's teaching when she speaks:

         Hide it from all men who mock;

         But, wherever, 'mid the flock

         Of My lovers, one shall teach

         This divinest, wisest, speech

         Teaching in the faith to bring

         Truth to them, and offering

         Of all honour unto Me

         Unto Brahma cometh he!

         Nay, and nowhere shall ye find

         Any man of all mankind

         Doing dearer deed for Me;

         Nor shall any dearer be

         In My earth. Yea, furthermore,

         Whoso reads this converse o'er,

         Held by Us upon the plain,

         Pondering piously and fain,

         He hath paid Me sacrifice!

         (Krishna speaketh in this wise!)

         Yea, and whoso, full of faith,

         Heareth wisely what it saith,

         Heareth meekly, when he dies,

         Surely shall his spirit rise

         To those regions where the Blest,

         Free of flesh, in joyance rest.]

   Hath this been heard by thee, O Indian Prince!

   With mind intent? hath all the ignorance

   Which bred thy trouble vanished, My Arjun?

      Arjuna. Trouble and ignorance are gone! the Light


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Hath come unto me, by Thy favour, Lord!

   Now am I fixed! my doubt is fled away!

   According to Thy word, so will I do!

      Sanjaya. Thus gathered I the gracious speech of Krishna, O my

         King!

   Thus have I told, with heart athrill, this wise and wondrous thing

   By great Vyasa's learning writ, how Krishna's self made known

   The Yoga, being Yoga's Lord. So is the high truth shown!

   And aye, when I remember, O Lord my King, again

   Arjuna and the God in talk, and all this holy strain,

   Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech,

   Of Hari, visible and plain, there is no tongue to reach

   My marvel and my love and bliss. O ArcherPrince! all hail!

   O Krishna, Lord of Yoga! surely there shall not fail

   Blessing, and victory, and power, for Thy most mighty sake,

   Where this song comes of Arjun, and how with God he spake.

                           HERE ENDS, WITH CHAPTER XVIII,

                            Entitled "Mokshasanyasayog,"

      Or "The Book of Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation,"

                                    THE BHAGAVADGITA.

                                             THE END


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