ABSTRACT
Is hard to win without much holiness.Whoso is fixed in holiness, self-ruled, Pure-hearted, lord of senses and of self,Lost in the common life of all which lives-A “ Yogayukt” — he is a Saint who wends Straightway to Brahm. Such an one is not touchedBy taint of deeds. “ Nought of myself I do! ” Thus will he think-who holds the truth of truths-In seeing, hearing, touching, smelling ; when He eats, or goes, or breathes; slumbers or talks, Holds fast or loosens, opes his eyes or shuts ; Always assured “ This is the sense-world plays With senses.” H e that acts in thought of Brahm,Detaching end from act, with act content,The world of sense can no more stain his soul Than waters mar th’ enamelled lotus-leaf.With life, with heart, with mind,— nay, with the helpOf all five senses-letting selfhood go-Yogins toil ever towards their souls’ release.Such votaries, renouncing fruit of deeds,Gain endless peace : the unvowed, the passion-bound,Seeking a fruit from works, are fastened down. The embodied sage, withdrawn within his soul, At every act sits godlike in “ the town Which hath nine gateways,” 1 neither doing aught Nor causing any deed. This world’s Lord makes 1 i.e.f the body.
