The Bhagavad-Gita by - (i can read book club .TXT) 📖

spring Out of desire; and their wisest say

Tyaga is renouncing fruit of acts.

 

There be among the saints some who have held All action sinful, and to be renounced;

And some who answer, “Nay! the goodly acts—

As worship, penance, alms—must be performed!”

Hear now My sentence, Best of Bharatas!

 

‘Tis well set forth, O Chaser of thy Foes!

Renunciation is of threefold form,

And Worship, Penance, Alms, not to be stayed; Nay, to be gladly done; for all those three Are purifying waters for true souls!

 

Yet must be practised even those high works In yielding up attachment, and all fruit Produced by works. This is My judgment, Prince!

This My insuperable and fixed decree!

 

Abstaining from a work by right prescribed Never is meet! So to abstain doth spring From “Darkness,” and Delusion teacheth it.

Abstaining from a work grievous to flesh, When one saith “‘Tisunpleasing!” this is null!

Such an one acts from “passion;” nought of gain Wins his Renunciation! But, Arjun!

Abstaining from attachment to the work,

Abstaining from rewardment in the work,

While yet one doeth it full faithfully,

Saying, “Tis right to do!” that is “true ” act And abstinence! Who doeth duties so,

Unvexed if his work fail, if it succeed

Unflattered, in his own heart justified, Quit of debates and doubts, his is “true” act: For, being in the body, none may stand

Wholly aloof from act; yet, who abstains From profit of his acts is abstinent.

 

The fruit of labours, in the lives to come, Is threefold for all men,—Desirable,

And Undesirable, and mixed of both;

But no fruit is at all where no work was.

 

Hear from me, Long-armed Lord! the makings five Which go to every act, in Sankhya taught As necessary. First the force; and then

The agent; next, the various instruments; Fourth, the especial effort; fifth, the God.

What work soever any mortal doth

Of body, mind, or speech, evil or good,

By these five doth he that. Which being thus, Whoso, for lack of knowledge, seeth himself As the sole actor, knoweth nought at all And seeth nought. Therefore, I say, if one—

Holding aloof from self—with unstained mind Should slay all yonder host, being bid to slay, He doth not slay; he is not bound thereby!

 

Knowledge, the thing known, and the mind which knows, These make the threefold starting-ground of act.

The act, the actor, and the instrument,

These make the threefold total of the deed.

But knowledge, agent, act, are differenced By three dividing qualities. Hear now

Which be the qualities dividing them.

 

There is “true” Knowledge. Learn thou it is this: To see one changeless Life in all the Lives, And in the Separate, One Inseparable.

There is imperfect Knowledge: that which sees The separate existences apart,

And, being separated, holds them real.

There is false Knowledge: that which blindly clings To one as if ‘twere all, seeking no Cause, Deprived of light, narrow, and dull, and “dark.”

 

There is “right” Action: that which being enjoined—

Is wrought without attachment, passionlessly, For duty, not for love, nor hate, nor gain.

There is “vain” Action: that which men pursue Aching to satisfy desires, impelled

By sense of self, with all-absorbing stress: This is of Rajas—passionate and vain.

There is “dark” Action: when one doth a thing Heedless of issues, heedless of the hurt Or wrong for others, heedless if he harm His own soul—‘tis of Tamas, black and bad!

 

There is the “rightful”doer. He who acts Free from self-seeking, humble, resolute, Steadfast, in good or evil hap the same, Content to do aright-he “truly” acts.

There is th’ “impassioned” doer. He that works From impulse, seeking profit, rude and bold To overcome, unchastened; slave by turns Of sorrow and of joy: of Rajas he!

And there be evil doers; loose of heart, Low-minded, stubborn, fraudulent, remiss, Dull, slow, despondent—children of the “dark.”

 

Hear, too, of Intellect and Steadfastness The threefold separation, Conqueror-Prince!

How these are set apart by Qualities.

 

Good is the Intellect which comprehends

The coming forth and going back of life, What must be done, and what must not be done, What should be feared, and what should not be feared, What binds and what emancipates the soul: That is of Sattwan, Prince! of “soothfastness.”

Marred is the Intellect which, knowing right And knowing wrong, and what is well to do And what must not be done, yet understands Nought with firm mind, nor as the calm truth is: This is of Rajas, Prince! and “passionate!”

Evil is Intellect which, wrapped in gloom, Looks upon wrong as right, and sees all things Contrariwise of Truth. O Pritha’s Son!

That is of Tamas, “dark” and desperate!

 

Good is the steadfastness whereby a man

Masters his beats of heart, his very breath Of life, the action of his senses; fixed In never-shaken faith and piety:

That is of Sattwan, Prince! “soothfast” and fair!

Stained is the steadfastness whereby a man Holds to his duty, purpose, effort, end, For life’s sake, and the love of goods to gain, Arjuna! ‘tis of Rajas, passion-stamped!

Sad is the steadfastness wherewith the fool Cleaves to his sloth, his sorrow, and his fears, His folly and despair. This—Pritha’s Son!—

Is born of Tamas, “dark” and miserable!

 

Hear further, Chief of Bharatas! from Me The threefold kinds of Pleasure which there be.

 

Good Pleasure is the pleasure that endures, Banishing pain for aye; bitter at first

As poison to the soul, but afterward

Sweet as the taste of Amrit. Drink of that!

It springeth in the Spirit’s deep content.

And painful Pleasure springeth from the bond Between the senses and the sense-world. Sweet As Amrit is its first taste, but its last Bitter as poison. ‘Tis of Rajas, Prince!

And foul and “dark” the Pleasure is which springs From sloth and sin and foolishness; at first And at the last, and all the way of life The soul bewildering. ‘Tis of Tamas, Prince!

 

For nothing lives on earth, nor ‘midst the gods In utmost heaven, but hath its being bound With these three Qualities, by Nature framed.

 

The work of Brahmans, Kshatriyas, Vaisyas, And Sudras, O thou Slayer of thy Foes!

Is fixed by reason of the Qualities

Planted in each:

 

A Brahman’s virtues, Prince!

Born of his nature, are serenity,

Self-mastery, religion, purity,

Patience, uprightness, learning, and to know The truth of things which be. A Kshatriya’s pride, Born of his nature, lives in valour, fire, Constancy, skilfulness, spirit in fight, And open-handedness and noble mien,

As of a lord of men. A Vaisya’s task,

Born with his nature, is to till the ground, Tend cattle, venture trade. A Sudra’s state, Suiting his nature, is to minister.

 

Whoso performeth—diligent, content—

The work allotted him, whate’er it be,

Lays hold of perfectness! Hear how a man Findeth perfection, being so content:

He findeth it through worship—wrought by work—

Of Him that is the Source of all which lives, Of HIM by Whom the universe was stretched.

 

Better thine own work is, though done with fault, Than doing others’ work, ev’n excellently.

He shall not fall in sin who fronts the task Set him by Nature’s hand! Let no man leave His natural duty, Prince! though it bear blame!

For every work hath blame, as every flame Is wrapped in smoke! Only that man attains Perfect surcease of work whose work was wrought With mind unfettered, soul wholly subdued, Desires for ever dead, results renounced.

 

Learn from me, Son of Kunti! also this,

How one, attaining perfect peace, attains BRAHM, the supreme, the highest height of all!

 

Devoted—with a heart grown pure, restrained In lordly self-control, forgoing wiles

Of song and senses, freed from love and hate, Dwelling ‘mid solitudes, in diet spare,

With body, speech, and will tamed to obey, Ever to holy meditation vowed,

From passions liberate, quit of the Self, Of arrogance, impatience, anger, pride;

Freed from surroundings, quiet, lacking nought—

Such an one grows to oneness with the BRAHM; Such an one, growing one with BRAHM, serene, Sorrows no more, desires no more; his soul, Equally loving all that lives, loves well Me, Who have made them, and attains to Me.

By this same love and worship doth he know Me as I am, how high and wonderful,

And knowing, straightway enters into Me.

And whatsoever deeds he doeth—fixed

In Me, as in his refuge—he hath won

For ever and for ever by My grace

Th’ Eternal Rest! So win thou! In thy thoughts Do all thou dost for Me! Renounce for Me!

Sacrifice heart and mind and will to Me!

Live in the faith of Me! In faith of Me

All dangers thou shalt vanquish, by My grace; But, trusting to thyself and heeding not, Thou can’st but perish! If this day thou say’st, Relying on thyself, “I will not fight!”

Vain will the purpose prove! thy qualities Would spur thee to the war. What thou dost shun, Misled by fair illusions, thou wouldst seek Against thy will, when the task comes to thee Waking the promptings in thy nature set.

There lives a Master in the hearts of men Maketh their deeds, by subtle pulling—strings, Dance to what tune HE will. With all thy soul Trust Him, and take Him for thy succour, Prince!

So—only so, Arjuna!—shalt thou gain—

By grace of Him—the uttermost repose,

The Eternal Place!

 

Thus hath been opened thee

This Truth of Truths, the Mystery more hid Than any secret mystery. Meditate!

And—as thou wilt—then act!

 

Nay! but once more

Take My last word, My utmost meaning have!

Precious thou art to Me; right well-beloved!

Listen! I tell thee for thy comfort this.

Give Me thy heart! adore Me! serve Me! cling In faith and love and reverence to Me!

So shalt thou come to Me! I promise true, For thou art sweet to Me!

 

And let go those—

Rites and writ duties! Fly to Me alone!

Make Me thy single refuge! I will free

Thy soul from all its sins! Be of good cheer!

 

[Hide, the holy Krishna saith,

This from him that hath no faith,

Him that worships not, nor seeks

Wisdom’s teaching when she speaks:

Hide it from all men who mock;

But, wherever, ‘mid the flock

Of My lovers, one shall teach

This divinest, wisest, speech—

Teaching in the faith to bring

Truth to them, and offering

Of all honour unto Me—

Unto Brahma cometh he!

Nay, and nowhere shall ye find

Any man of all mankind

Doing dearer deed for Me;

Nor shall any dearer be

In My earth. Yea, furthermore,

Whoso reads this converse o’er,

Held by Us upon the plain,

Pondering piously and fain,

He hath paid Me sacrifice!

(Krishna speaketh in this wise!)

Yea, and whoso, full of faith,

Heareth wisely what it saith,

Heareth meekly,—when he dies,

Surely shall his spirit rise

To those regions where the Blest,

Free of flesh, in joyance rest.]

 

Hath this been heard by thee, O Indian Prince!

With mind intent? hath all the ignorance—

Which bred thy trouble—vanished, My Arjun?

 

Arjuna.

Trouble and ignorance are gone! the Light Hath come unto me, by Thy favour, Lord!

Now am I fixed! my doubt is fled away!

According to Thy word, so will I do!

 

Sanjaya.

Thus gathered I the gracious speech of Krishna, O my King!

Thus have I told, with heart a-thrill, this wise and wondrous thing By great Vyasa’s learning writ, how Krishna’s self made known The Yoga, being Yoga’s Lord. So is the high truth shown!

And aye, when I remember, O Lord my King, again Arjuna and the God in talk, and all this holy strain, Great is my gladness: when I muse that splendour, passing speech, Of Hari, visible and plain, there is no tongue to reach My marvel and my