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Prince! If one of evil life turn in his thought Straightly to Me,
count him amidst the good; He hath the high way chosen; he shall
grow Righteous ere long; he shall attain that peace Which changes
not. Thou Prince of India! Be certain none can perish, trusting Me!
O Pritha's Son! whoso will turn to Me, Though they be
born from the very womb of Sin, Woman or man; sprung of the Vaisya
caste Or lowly disregarded Sudra,- all Plant foot upon the highest
path; how then The holy Brahmans and My Royal Saints?
Ah! ye who into this ill world are
come-Fleeting and false- set your faith fast on Me! Fix heart and
thought on Me! Adore Me! Bring Offerings to Me! Make Me
prostrations! Make Me your Supremest joy! and, undivided, Unto My
rest your spirits shall be guided.
HERE ENDETH CHAPTER IX OF THE
BHAGAVAD-GITA, Entitled "Rajavidyarajaguhyayog," Or
"The Book of Religion by the Kingly Knowledge and the Kingly
Mystery."
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