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heart thus asking favour from its God, Darkened but ardent, hath the
end it craves, The lesser blessing- but 'tis I who give! Yet soon is
withered what small fruit they reap: Those men of little minds, who
worship so, Go where they worship, passing with their gods. But Mine
come unto me! Blind are the eyes Which deem th'
Unmanifested manifest, Not comprehending Me in my true Self!
Imperishable, viewless, 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 "pairs of
opposites," By those twain snares of Like and Dislike, Prince!
All creatures live bewildered, save some few Who, quit of
sins, holy in act, informed, Freed from the "opposites,"
and fixed in faith, Cleave unto Me.
Who cleave, who seek in Me Refuge from
birth and death, those have the Truth! Those know Me BRAHMA: know Me
Soul of Souls, The ADHYATMAN: know KARMA, my work; Know I am
ADHIBHUTA, Lord of Life, And ADHIDAIVA, Lord of all the Gods, And
ADHIYAJNA, Lord of Sacrifice; Worship Me well, with hearts of love
and faith, And find and hold me in the hour of death.
HERE ENDETH CHAPTER VII OF THE
BHAGAVAD-GITA, Entitled "Vijnanayog," Or "The Book of
Religion by Discernment."
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