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Me, then, in thy heart always! and fight! Thou too, when heart and
mind are fixed on Me, Shalt surely come to Me! All come
who cleave With never-wavering will of firmest faith, Owning none
other Gods: all come to Me, The Uttermost, Purusha,
Holiest!
Whoso hath known Me, Lord of sage and
singer, Ancient of days; of all the Three Worlds Stay, Boundless,-
but unto every atom Bringer Of that which quickens it: whoso, I say,
Hath known My form, which passed mortal knowing; Seen my
effulgence- which no eye hath seen- Than the sun's burning gold more
brightly glowing, Dispersing darkness,- unto him hath been
Right life! And, in the hour when life is ending, With mind set fast
and trustful piety, Drawing still breath beneath calm brows
unbending, In happy peace that faithful one doth die,- In glad
peace passed to Purusha's heaven.
The place which they who read the Vedas
name AKSHARAM, "Ultimate;" whereto have striven
Saints and ascetics- their road is the same. That way- the
highest way- goes he who shuts The gates of all his senses, locks
desire Safe in his heart, centres the vital airs Upon his
parting thought, steadfastly set; And, murmuring OM, the sacred
syllable- Emblem of BRAHM- dies, meditating Me.
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