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Chapter XVI |
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“Daivasarasaupadwibhâgayôg,” or
“The Book of the Separateness of
the Divine and Undivine”
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KRISHNA:
FEARLESSNESS, singleness of soul, the will
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Always to strive
for wisdom; opened hand |
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And governed
appetites; and piety |
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And love of lonely
study; humbleness, |
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Uprightness, heed
to injure nought which lives, |
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Truthfulness,
slowness unto wrath, a mind |
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That lightly
letteth go what others prize; |
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And equanimity, and
charity |
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Which spieth no
man’s faults; and tenderness |
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Towards all that
suffer; a contented heart, |
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Fluttered by no
desires; a bearing mild, |
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Modest, and grave,
with manhood nobly mixed |
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With patience,
fortitude, and purity; |
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An unrevengeful
spirit, never given |
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To rate itself too
high;—such be the signs, |
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O Indian Prince! of
him whose feet are set |
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On that fair path
which leads to heavenly birth! |
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Deceitfulness,
and arrogance, and pride, |
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Quickness to anger,
harsh and evil speech, |
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And ignorance, to
its own darkness blind,— |
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These be the signs,
My Prince! of him whose birth |
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Is fated for the
regions of the vile. 1 |
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The Heavenly
Birth brings to deliverance, |
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So should’st thou
know! The birth with Asuras |
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Brings into
bondage. Be thou joyous, Prince |
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Whose lot is set
apart for heavenly Birth. |
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Two stamps there
are marked on all living men, |
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Divine and Undivine;
I spake to thee |
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By what marks thou
shouldst know the Heavenly Man, |
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Hear from me now of
the Unheavenly! |
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They comprehend
not, the Unheavenly, |
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How souls go forth
from Me; nor how they come |
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Back unto Me: nor
is there Truth in these, |
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Nor purity, nor
rule of Life. “This world |
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Hath not a Law, nor
Order, nor a Lord,” |
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So say they: “nor
hath risen up by Cause |
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Following on Cause,
in perfect purposing, |
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But is none other
than a House of Lust.” |
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And, this thing
thinking, all those ruined ones— |
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Of little wit,
dark-minded—give themselves |
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To evil deeds, the
curses of their kind. |
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Surrendered to
desires insatiable, |
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Full of
deceitfulness, folly, and pride, |
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In blindness
cleaving to their errors, caught |
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Into the sinful
course, they trust this lie |
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As it were
true—this lie which leads to death— |
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Finding in Pleasure
all the good which is, |
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And crying “Here it
finisheth!” |
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Ensnared |
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In nooses of a
hundred idle hopes, |
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Slaves to their
passion and their wrath, they buy |
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Wealth with base
deeds, to glut hot appetites; |
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“Thus much,
to-day,” they say, “we gained! thereby |
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Such and such wish
of heart shall have its fill; |
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And this is ours!
and th’ other shall be ours! |
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To-day we slew a
foe, and we will slay |
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Our other enemy
to-morrow! Look! |
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Are we not lords?
Make we not goodly cheer? |
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Is not our fortune
famous, brave, and great? |
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Rich are we,
proudly born! What other men |
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Live like to us?
Kill, then, for sacrifice! |
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Cast largesse, and
be merry!” So they speak |
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Darkened by
ignorance; and so they fall— |
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Tossed to and fro
with projects, tricked, and bound |
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In net of black
delusion, lost in lusts— |
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Down to foul Naraka.
Conceited, fond, |
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Stubborn and proud,
dead-drunken with the wine |
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Of wealth, and
reckless, all their offerings |
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Have but a show of
reverence, being not made |
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In piety of ancient
faith. Thus vowed |
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To self-hood,
force, insolence, feasting, wrath, |
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These My
blasphemers, in the forms they wear |
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And in the forms
they breed, my foemen are, |
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Hateful and hating;
cruel, evil, vile, |
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Lowest and least of
men, whom I cast down |
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Again, and yet
again, at end of lives, |
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Into some devilish
womb, whence—birth by birth— |
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The devilish wombs
re-spawn them, all beguiled; |
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And, till they find
and worship Me, sweet Prince! |
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Tread they that
Nether Road. |
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The Doors
of Hell |
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Are threefold,
whereby men to ruin pass,— |
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The door of Lust,
the door of Wrath, the door |
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Of Avarice. Let a
man shun those three! |
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He who shall turn
aside from entering |
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All those three
gates of Narak, wendeth straight |
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To find his peace,
and comes to Swarga’s gate. 2 |
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