Yet
they, when that prodigious joy is o'er, Paradise spent, and wage for
merits given, Come to the world of death and change once more. They
had their recompense! they stored their treasure, Following
the three fold Scripture and its writ; Who seeketh such gained
the fleeting pleasure Of joy which comes and goes! I grant
them it!
But to those blessed ones who worship Me, Turning not
other where, with minds set fast, I bring assurance of full bliss
beyond. Nay, and of hearts which follow other gods In simple faith,
their prayers arise to me, O Kunti's Son! though they pray
wrongfully; For I am the Receiver and the Lord Of every sacrifice,
which these know not Rightfully; so they fall to earth again! Who
follow gods go to their gods; who vow Their souls to
Pitris go to Pitris; minds To evil Bhuts given o'er sink
to the Bhuts; And whoso loved Me cometh to Me.
Whoso shall offer Me in faith and love A
leaf, a flower, a fruit, water poured forth, That offering I accept,
lovingly made With pious will. Whate'er thou doest,
Prince! Eating or sacrificing, giving gifts, Praying or fasting, let
it all be done For Me, as Mine. So shalt thou free thyself From
Karmabandh, the chain which holed men To good and evil
issue, so shalt come Safe unto Me- when thou art quit of flesh- By
faith and abdication joined to Me! I am alike for all! I know
not hate, I know not favour! What is made is Mine! But
them that worship Me with love, I love; They are in Me, and I in
them!
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