Bhagavad Gita
Chapter VII — Religion by Discernment
Bhagavān Śrī Kṛṣṇa18855 min read
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Krishna
Learn now, dear Prince! how, if thy soul be setEver on Me--still exercising Yog,Still making Me thy Refuge--thou shalt comeMost 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 eightMake up the showing of Me, Manifest.
These be my lower Nature; learn the higher,Whereby, thou Valiant One! this UniverseIs, by its principle of life, produced;Whereby the worlds of visible things are bornAs 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 meAs hangs a row of pearls upon its string.I am the fresh taste of the water; IThe silver of the moon, the gold o' the sun,The word of worship in the Veds, the thrillThat passeth in the ether, and the strengthOf man's shed seed. I am the good sweet smellOf the moistened earth, I am the fire's red light,The vital air moving in all which moves,The holiness of hallowed souls, the rootUndying, whence hath sprung whatever is;The wisdom of the wise, the intellectOf 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,Soothfast, or passionate, or ignorant,Which Nature frames, deduce from me; but allAre 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 isTo pierce that veil divine of various showsWhich hideth Me; yet they who worship MePierce it and pass beyond.
I am not knownTo evil-doers, nor to foolish ones,Nor to the base and churlish; nor to thoseWhose 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 sitsCertain of me, enlightened.
Of these four,O Prince of India! highest, nearest, bestThat last is, the devout soul, wise, intentUpon "The One." Dear, above all, am ITo 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 asideBy this desire or that, gives them to serveSome lower gods, with various rites, constrainedBy 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 eyesWhich deem th' Unmanifested manifest,Not comprehending Me in my true Self!Imperishable, viewless, undeclared,Hidden behind my magic veil of shows,I am not seen by all; I am not known--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 fewWho, quit of sins, holy in act, informed,Freed from the "opposites,"and fixed in faith,Cleave unto Me.
Who cleave, who seek in MeRefuge 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 BHAGAVAD-GITA, Entitled "Vijnanayog," Or "The Book of Religion by Discernment."”
— Bhagavad Gita