The Bhagavad-Gita.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Chapter XV
KRISHNA:
MEN call the Aswattha,—the Banyan-tree,— |
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Which hath its boughs beneath, its roots on high,— | |
The ever-holy tree. Yea! for its leaves | |
Are green and waving hymns which whisper Truth! | |
Who knoweth well the Aswattha, knows all. | 5 |
Its branches shoot to heaven and sink to earth, 1 | |
Even as the deeds of men, which take their birth | |
From qualities: its silver sprays and blooms, | |
And all the eager verdure of its girth, | |
Leap to quick life at touch of sun and air, | 10 |
As men’s lives quicken to the temptings fair | |
Of wooing sense: its hanging rootlets seek | |
The soil beneath, helping to hold it there, | |
As actions wrought amid this world of men | |
Bind them by ever-tightening bonds again. | 15 |
If ye knew well the teaching of the Tree, | |
What its shape saith; and whence it springs; and, then | |
How it must end, and all the ills of it, | |
The axe of sharp Detachment ye would whet, | |
And cleave the clinging snaky roots, and lay | 20 |
This Aswattha of sense-like low,—to set | |
New growths upspringing to that happier sky,— | |
Which they who reach shall have no day to die, | |
Nor fade away, nor fall—to Him, I mean, | |
FATHER and FIRST, Who made the mystery | 25 |
Of old Creation; for to Him come they | |
From passion and from dreams who break away; | |
Who part the bonds constraining them to flesh, | |
And,—Him, the Highest, worshipping alway— | |
No longer grow at mercy of what breeze | 30 |
Of summer pleasure stirs the sleeping trees, | |
What blast of tempest tears them, bough and stem | |
To the eternal world pass such as these! | |
Another Sun gleams there! another Moon! | |
Another Light,—a Light which none shall lack | 35 |
Whose eyes once see; for those return no more | |
They have attained My Uttermost Abode! | |
When, in this world of manifested life, | |
The undying Spirit, setting forth from Me, | |
Taketh on form, it draweth to itself | 40 |
From Being’s storehouse,—which containeth all,— | |
Senses and intellect. The Sovereign Soul | |
Thus entering the flesh, or quitting it, | |
Gathers these up, as the wind gathers scents, | |
Blowing above the flower-banks. Ear and Eye, | 45 |
And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these it takes,— | |
Yea, and a sentient mind;—linking itself | |
To sense-things so. | |
The unenlightened ones | |
Mark not that Spirit when he goes or comes, | 50 |
Nor when he takes his pleasure in the form, | |
Conjoined with qualities; but those see plain | |
Who have the eyes to see. Holy souls see | |
Which strive thereto. Enlightened, they behold | |
That Spirit in themselves; but foolish ones, | 55 |
Even though they strive, discern not, having hearts | |
Unkindled, ill-informed! | |
Know, too, from Me | |
Shineth the gathered glory of the sun | |
Which lightens all the world: from Me the moon | 60 |
Draws silvery beams, and fire fierce loveliness. | |
I penetrate the clay, and lend all shapes | |
Their living force; I glide into the plant— | |
Its root, leaf, bloom—to make the woodland green | |
With springing sap. Becoming vital warmth, | 65 |
I glow in glad, respiring frames, and pass | |
With outward and with inward breath to feed | |
The body with all meats. 2 | |
For in this world | |
Being is twofold: the Divided, one; | 70 |
The Undivided, one. All things that live | |
Are “the Divided.” That which sits apart, | |
“The Undivided.” | |
Higher still is ONE, | |
The Highest, holding all whose Name is LORD, | 75 |
The Eternal, Sovereign, First! Who fills all worlds, | |
Sustaining them. And—dwelling thus beyond | |
Divided Life and Undivided—I | |
Am called of men and Vedas, God Supreme, | |
The PURUSHOTTAMA. | 80 |
Who knows Me thus, | |
With mind unclouded, knoweth all, dear Prince! | |
And with his whole soul ever worshippeth Me. | |
Now is the sacred secret Mystery | |
Declared to thee! Who comprehendeth this | 85 |
Hath wisdom! He is quit of works in bliss! | |
Here ends Chapter XV. of the Bhagavad-Gîtâ |
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entitled “Purushottamapraptiyôgô,” |
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or “The Book of Religion by |
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attaining the Supreme” |
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Note 1. I do not consider these verses—which are somewhat freely rendered here—“an attack on the authority of the Vedas,” but a beautiful lyrical episode, a new “Parable of the fig-tree.” [back] |
Note 2. I omit a verse here, evidently interpolated. [back] |