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Feeds on the fuel till it sinks to ash, So unto ash, Arjuna! unto nought
The flame of Knowledge wastes works' dross away! There is no purifier like
thereto In all this world, and he who seeketh it Shall find it- being grown
perfect- in himself.
Believing, he receives it when the soul
Masters itself, and cleaves to Truth, and comes- Possessing knowledge- to the higher peace,
The uttermost repose. But those untaught, And those without full
faith, and those who fear Are shent; no peace is here or other where,
No hope, nor happiness for whoso doubts.
He that, being self-contained, hath vanquished doubt,
Disparting self from service, soul from works, Enlightened and emancipate, my
Prince! Works fetter him no more! Cut then atwain With sword of
wisdom, Son of Bharata! This doubt that binds thy heart-beats! cleave
the bond Born of thy ignorance! Be bold and wise! Give thyself to the
field with me! Arise!
HERE ENDETH CHAPTER IV OF THE BHAGAVAD-GITA,
Entitled "Jnana Yog," Or "The Book of the Religion of Knowledge."
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