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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 new-dead

       Is, like the man new-born, 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--

       If, knowing thy duty and thy task, thou bidd'st

       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 battle-chariots

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

       Of those who held thee mighty-souled 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 ill-taught 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,"2 and free From that sad righteousness which calculates; Self-ruled, Arjuna! simple, satisfied!3 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 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 right-thinking 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 right-hearted 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!

      

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