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man I love! Who troubled 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 quiet-eyed, Stainless, serene,
well-balanced, 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
BHAGAVAD-GITA, Entitled "Bhaktiyog," Or "The Book of
the Religion of Faith."
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