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- Chapter eight of Religion. By devotion to the one supreme God Juna. Who is that Brahma? What that soul of souls? The at the Yakman? What thou best of all thy work the Karma? Tell me what it is? Thou namest Ah the Buddha? What again means are the Deva a? And how it comes? Thou canst be? Are the Eja 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 at the Yakman is my being's name, the soul of souls. What goeth from me causing all life to live? Is karma called and manifested in divided forms. I am the Ah, the Buddha lot of lives, and are the Deva lot of all the gods? Because I am Poorsha who begets, and are the Yegna, Lord of sacrifice. I speaking with thee in this body. Here am thou embodied one for all the shrine's 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, shall surely come to me. All come who clear, with never waving will of firmest faith, owning none other gods, All come to me, the uttermost Prussia, holyest. 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 martin, knowing seen my effelguns which no I had seen than the sun's burning gold, more brightly glowing whispering darkness. Unto him hath been right life. And in the hour when life is ending, with mindset fast and trustful piety drawing still breathed beneath com rose and bending in happy peace, that faithful one doth die in glad peace passeth to push us heaven, the place which they who read the way. Thus name Actraum ultimate were to have striven saints and ascetics, their road is the same that way, the highest way goes he who shuts the gates of all his sense locks, desire safe in his heart, centers the vital airs, upon his parting thought steadfastly set and murmuring, Oh, the sacred syllable emblem of brom dies, meditating me, for who none other God's regarding looks ever to me, easily am agained by such a yogi, and attaining me, they fall, not those mahatmass back to birth, to life, which is the place of pain which ends. But take the way of utmost pleasantness. The worlds a juna, even Brahma's wild roll back again from death to life's unrest. But they o Kunti's son that reach to me, taste birth no more. If he know Burma's day, which is a thousand yugas, if he know the thousand hugas making Brahmas night, then know ye day night, as he doth know. When that vast dawn death break, the invisible is brought a new into the visible, when that deep night dot darken all which is faced back again to him who sent it forth a This vast company of living things, again and yet again produced, expires at Brahmas nightfall, and at Brahmas dawn rises without its will to life, new born, 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 returned. 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 well all living things may so be rich 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 in the chapter eight of the Bagawad Guitar