
                                  CHAPTER III
                               OF VIRTUE IN WORK
                                       
   _Arjuna._ Thou whom all mortals praise, Janardana!
   If meditation be a nobler thing
   Than action, wherefore, then, great Kesava!
   Dost thou impel me to this dreadful fight?
   Now am I by thy doubtful speech disturbed!
   Tell me one thing, and tell me certainly;
   By what road shall I find the better end?
   _Krishna._ I told thee, blameless Lord! there be paths
   Shown to this world; two schools of wisdom. First
   The Sankhya's, which doth save in way of works
   Prescribed by reason; next, the Yog, which bids
   Attain by meditation, spiritually:
   Yet these are one! No man shall 'scape from act
   By shunning action; nay, and none shall come
   By mere renouncements unto perfectness.
   Nay, and no jot of time, at any time,
   Rests any actionless; his nature's law
   Compels him, even unwilling, into act;
   [For thought is act in fancy]. He who sits
   Suppressing all the instruments of flesh,
   Yet in his idle heart thinking on them,
   Plays the inept and guilty hypocrite:
   But he who, with strong body serving mind,
   Gives up his mortal powers to worthy work,
   Not seeking gain, Arjuna! such an one
   Is honourable. Do thine allotted task!
   Work is more excellent than idleness;
   The body's life proceeds not, lacking work.
   There is a task of holiness to do,
   Unlike world-binding toil, which bindeth not
   The faithful soul; such earthly duty do
   Free from desire, and thou shalt well perform
   Thy heavenly purpose. Spake Prajapati-
   In the beginning, when all men were made,
   And, with mankind, the sacrifice- "Do this!
   Work! sacrifice! Increase and multiply
   With sacrifice! This shall be Kamaduk,
   Your 'Cow of Plenty,' giving back her milk
   Of all abundance. Worship the gods thereby;
   The gods shall yield thee grace. Those meats ye
   The gods will grant to Labour, when it pays
   Tithes in the altar-flame. But if one eats
   Fruits of the earth, rendering to kindly Heaven
   No gift of toil, that thief steals from his world."
   
   Who eat of food after their sacrifice
   Are quit of fault, but they that spread a feast
   All for themselves, eat sin and drink of sin.
   By food the living live; food comes of rain,
   And rain comes by the pious sacrifice,
   And sacrifice is paid with tithes of toil;
   Thus action is of Brahma, who is One,
   The Only, All-pervading; at all times
   Present in sacrifice. He that abstains
   To help the rolling wheels of this great world,
   Glutting his idle sense, lives a lost life,
   Shameful and vain. Existing for himself,
   Self-concentrated, serving self alone,
   No part hath he in aught; nothing achieved,
   Nought wrought or unwrought toucheth him; no hope
   Of help for all the living things of earth
   Depends from him. Therefore, thy task prescribed
   With spirit unattached gladly perform,
   Since in performance of plain duty man
   Mounts to his highest bliss. By works alone
   Janak and ancient saints reached blessedness!
   Moreover, for the upholding of thy kind,
   Action thou should'st embrace. What the wise choose
   The unwise people take; what best men do
   The multitude will follow. Look on me,
   Thou Son of Pritha! in the three wide worlds
   I am not bound to any toil, no height
   Awaits to scale, no gift remains to gain,
   Yet I act here! and, if I acted not-
   Earnest and watchful- those that look to me
   For guidance, sinking back to sloth again
   Because I slumbered, would decline from good,
   And I should break earth's order and commit
   Her offspring unto ruin, Bharata!
   Even as the unknowing toil, wedded to sense,
   So let the enlightened toil, sense-freed, but set
   To bring the world deliverance, and its bliss;
   Not sowing in those simple, busy hearts
   Seed of despair. Yea! let each play his part
   In all he finds to do, with unyoked soul.
   All things are everywhere by Nature wrought
   In interaction of the quahties.
   The fool, cheated by self, thinks, "This I did"
   And "That I wrought;" but- ah, thou strong-armed Prince!-
   A better-lessoned mind, knowing the play
   Of visible things within the world of sense,
   And how the qualities must qualify,
   Standeth aloof even from his acts. Th' untaught
   Live mixed with them, knowing not Nature's way,
   Of highest aims unwitting, slow and dull.
   Those make thou not to stumble, having the light;
   But all thy dues discharging, for My sake,
   With meditation centred inwardly,
   Seeking no profit, satisfied, serene,
   Heedless of issue- fight! They who shall keep
   My ordinance thus, the wise and willing hearts,
   Have quittance from all issue of their acts;
   But those who disregard My ordinance,
   Thinking they know, know nought, and fall to loss,
   Confused and foolish. 'Sooth, the instructed one
   Doth of his kind, following what fits him most:
   And lower creatures of their kind; in vain
   Contending 'gainst the law. Needs must it be
   The objects of the sense will stir the sense
   To like and dislike, yet th' enlightened man
   Yields not to these, knowing them enemies.
   Finally, this is better, that one do
   His own task as he may, even though he fail,
   Than take tasks not his own, though they seem good.
   To die performing duty is no ill;
   But who seeks other roads shall wander still.
   _Arjuna._ Yet tell me, Teacher! by what force doth man
   Go to his ill, unwilling; as if one
   Pushed him that evil path?
   _Krishna._ Kama it is!
   Passion it is! born of the Darknesses,
   Which pusheth him. Mighty of appetite,
   Sinful, and strong is this!- man's enemy!
   As smoke blots the white fire, as clinging rust
   Mars the bright mirror, as the womb surrounds
   The babe unborn, so is the world of things
   Foiled, soiled, enclosed in this desire of flesh.
   The wise fall, caught in it; the unresting foe
   It is of wisdom, wearing countless forms,
   Fair but deceitful, subtle as a flame.
   Sense, mind, and reason- these, O Kunti's Son!
   Are booty for it; in its play with these
   It maddens man, beguiling, blinding him.
   Therefore, thou noblest child of Bharata!
   Govern thy heart! Constrain th' entangled sense!
   Resist the false, soft sinfulness which saps
   Knowledge and judgment! Yea, the world is strong
   But what discerns it stronger, and the mind
   Strongest; and high o'er all the ruling Soul.
   Wherefore, perceiving Him who reigns supreme,
   Put forth full force of Soul in thy own soul!
   Fight! vanquish foes and doubts, dear Hero! slay
   What haunts thee in fond shapes, and would betray!
   
   HERE ENDETH CHAPTER III OF THE
   BHAGAVAD-GITA,
   Entitled "Karma-Yog,"
   Or "The Book of Virtue in Work."
