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of the viewless virtues, Fame, Fortune, Song am I, And Memory, and
Patience; and Craft, and Constancy: Of Vedic hymns the
Vrihatsam, of metres Gayatri, Of months the Margasirsha, of all the
seasons three The flower-wreathed Spring; in dicer's-play the
conquering Double-Eight;
The splendour of the splendid,
and the greatness of the great, Victory I am, and Action! and the
goodness of the good, And Vasudev of Vrishni's race, and of this
Pandu brood Thyself!- Yea, my Arjuna! thyself; for thou art Mine! Of
poets Usana, of saints Vyasa, sage divine; The policy of conquerors,
the potency of kings, The great unbroken silence in learning's
secret things; The lore of all the learned, the seed of all which
springs.
Living or lifeless, still or
stirred, whatever beings be, None of them is in all the
worlds, but it exists by Me! Nor tongue can tell, Arjuna! nor end of
telling come Of these My boundless glories, whereof I teach thee
some; For wheresoever is wondrous work, and majesty, and might, From
Me hath all proceeded. Receive
thou this aright! Yet how shouldst thou receive, O
Prince! the vastness of this word? I, who am all, and made it all,
abide its separate Lord!
HERE ENDETH CHAPTER X OF THE BHAGAVAD-GITA, Entitled "Vibhuti
Yog," Or "The Book of Religion by the Heavenly
Perfections."
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