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one, O Pritha's Son!- Abandoning desires which shake the mind- Finds
in his soul full comfort for his soul, He hath attained the Yog-
that man is such! In sorrows not dejected, and in joys Not
overjoyed; dwelling outside the stress Of passion, fear, and anger;
fixed in calms Of lofty contemplation;- such an one Is
Muni, is the Sage, the true Recluse!
He who to none and nowhere over bound
By ties of flesh, takes evil things and good Neither
desponding nor exulting, such Bears wisdom's plainest mark He who
shall draw As the wise tortoise draws its four feet safe Under its
shield, his five frail senses back Under the spirit's buckler from
the world Which else assails them, such an one, my Prince! Hath
wisdom's mark!
Things that solicit sense Hold off from
the self-governed; nay, it comes, The appetites of him who lives
beyond Depart,- aroused no more. Yet may it chance,
O Son of Kunti that a governed mind Shall some time feel the
sense-storms sweep, and wrest Strong self-control by the roots. Let
him regain His kingdom! let him conquer this, and sit On Me intent.
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