Latest / Sacred Texts Archive / 07 - Of Relition by Descernment - Bhagavad Gita
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- Chapter seven, Christna learn now, dear Prince, how if thy soul be set ever on me, still exercising you, still making me thy refuge, thou shalt come most surely unto perfect hold of me. I'll declare to thee that utmost low, whole and particular, which, when thou know'st 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, e'er either life and mind. And individually those eight make up the showing of me manifest. These be my lower nature, learn the higher. Whereby thou valiant one his universities, by its principle of life produced, whereby the worlds of visible things are born as from a yone. No 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 pearlse upon its string. I am the fresh taste of the water. I the silver of the moon, the gold of the sun, the world of worship in the waves, the thrill that passeth in the ether, and the strength of a man's shed seed. I am the good, sweet smell of the moist in the earth. I am the fire's red light, the htal air moving in all which moves, the holiness of hollowed souls, the root un dying whence hath sprung wateries, the wisdom of the wise, the intellect of the informed, the greatness of the great, the splendor 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 Barathas. For all those moods sooth, fast, or passionate or ignorant, 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 evil doers, 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 ENLiGHT hand. Of these four O Prince of India, highest nearest best. That last is the duo's soul, wise intent upon the one dear above all. Am I to him, and he is dearest unto me. All for our good and seek me but mine, O, the true of heart. The faithful stayed on me, taking me as their utmost blessedness. They are not mine, but I even eye myself art end of many births to me they come, yet heart, the wise Mahatma is to find that man who saith always was there. There be those two whose knowledge turned aside by this desire or that gives them to serve some lower gods with various rights, constrained by that which molded them unto all such worship. What shrine they will, what shapes in faith? It's I who give them faith. I am content the heart thus asking favor from its god darkened but ardent hath the end it craves the lesser blessing. But it's I who give. Yet soon is withered. What small fruit they read? Those men of little minds who worship, so go where they worshiped, passing with their guards. But mind come unto me blind, or the eyes which deemed unmanifested, manifest, not comprehending me in my true self, imperishable, ruseless, 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 pass of opposites, by those trains, snaps of like and dislike. Prince, all creatures bewildered, save some few who quit of sins, wholly enact, informed, freed from the opposites, and fixed in faith. Clay one to me who p who seek in me, refuse from birth and death. Those have the truth loose know me, Romma, know me, soul of souls, the Adyatman, no karma my work. No. I am Ah the Buddha, lord of life, and Ah the Deva, lord of all the gods and Ah, the Yegna, Lord of Sacrifice, Worship me well with hearts of love and faith, and find and hold me in the hour of death. Here in the chapter seven