| Conceited, fond, Stubborn
and proud, dead-drunken with the wine Of wealth, and
reckless, all their offerings Have but a show of reverence, being
not made In piety of ancient faith.
Thus vowed To self-hood, force,
insolence, feasting, wrath, These My blasphemers, in the forms
they wear And in the forms they breed, my foemen are, Hateful and
hating; cruel, evil, vile, Lowest and least of men, whom I cast down
Again, and yet again, at end of lives, Into some devilish womb,
whence- birth by birth- The devilish wombs re-spawn them, all
beguiled; And, till they find and worship Me, sweet Prince!
Tread they that Nether Road.
The Doors of Hell Are threefold, whereby men to ruin pass,- The door
of Lust, the door of Wrath, the door Of Avarice. Let a man shun
those three! He who shall turn aside from entering All those three
gates of Narak, wended straight To find his peace, and comes to
Swarga's gate.
HERE ENDETH CHAPTER XVI OF THE
BHAGAVAD-GITA, Entitled "Daivasarasaupadwibhagayog," Or
"The Book of the Separateness of the Divine and Undivine." |
