The        
Bhagavad
Gita          

CONTENTS


ONE: THE DESPONDENCY OF ARJUNA


TWO: THE PHILOSOPHY OF DISCRIMINATION


THREE: KARMA-YOGA – THE PATH OF ACTION


FOUR: DNYANA-YOGA – THE PATH OF WISDOM


FIVE: THE RENUNCIATION OF ACTION


SIX: SELF-CONTROL 


SEVEN: KNOWLEDGE AND EXPERIENCE


EIGHT: LIFE EVERLASTING


NINE: THE SCIENCE OF SCIENCES AND


THE MYSTERY OF MYSTERIES 


TEN: THE DIVINE MANIFESTATIONS


ELEVEN: THE COSMIC VISION


TWELVE: BHAKTI-YOGA – THE PATH OF LOVE


THIRTEEN: SPIRIT AND MATTER


FOURTEEN: THE THREE QUALITIES 


FIFTEEN: THE LORD-GOD 


SIXTEEN: DIVINE AND DEMONIC CIVILIZATION. 


SEVENTEEN: THE THREEFOLD FAITH


EIGHTEEN: THE SPIRIT OF RENUNCIATION

PREFACE

The Bhagavad Gita, the greatest devotional book of Hinduism, has long been recognized
as one of the world’s spiritual classics and a guide to all on the path of Truth. It is
sometimes known as the Song of the Lord or the Gospel of the Lord Shri Krishna.
According to Western scholarship, it was composed later than the Vedas and the
Upanishads – probably between the fifth and second centuries before Christ. It is a
fragment, part of the sixth book of the epic poem The Mahabaratha.


The Mahabaratha tells of the Pandavas, Prince Arjuna and his four brothers, growing up
in north India at the court of their uncle, the blind King Dhritarashtra, after the death of
their father, the previous ruler. There is always great rivalry between the Pandavas or sons
of Pandu and the Kauravas, the one hundred sons of Dhritarashtra. Eventually the old
king gives his nephews some land of their own but his eldest son, Duryodhana, defeats
Yudhisthira, the eldest Pandava, by cheating at dice, and forces him and his brothers to
surrender their land and go into exile for thirteen years. On their return, the old king is
unable to persuade his son Duryodhana to restore their heritage and, in spite of efforts at
reconciliation by Sanjaya, Dhritarashtra’s charioteer; by Bheeshma, his wise counsellor;
and even by the Lord Krishna himself, war cannot be averted. The rival hosts face each
other on the field of Kurukshetra. It is at this point that The Bhagavad Gita begins.


When Prince Arjuna surveys the battlefield, he is overwhelmed with sorrow at the
futility of war. The teachings of The Bhagavad Gita are spoken by the divine Lord Krishna,
who is acting as the prince’s charioteer. They are overheard by Sanjaya and reported back
to King Dhritarashtra. When Krishna has finished speaking to Arjuna, the two armies
engage. The battle lasts eighteen days and by the end of it nearly all of the warriors on
both sides are dead save Krishna and the five sons of Pandu.

ONE: THE DESPONDENCY OF ARJUNA

The King Dhritarashtra asked: “O Sanjaya! What happened on the sacred battlefield of
Kurukshetra, when my people gathered against the Pandavas?”


Sanjaya replied: “The Prince Duryodhana, when he saw the army of the Pandavas paraded,
approached his preceptor Guru Drona and spoke as follows:


Revered Father! Behold this mighty host of the Pandavas, paraded by the son of King
Drupada, thy wise disciple.


In it are heroes and great bowmen; the equals in battle of Arjuna and Bheema,
Yuyudhana, Virata and Drupada, great soldiers all;


Dhrishtaketu, Chekitan, the valiant King of Benares, Purujit, Kuntibhoja, Shaibya – a
master over many;


Yudhamanyu, Uttamouja, Soubhadra and the sons of Droupadi, famous men.


Further, take note of all those captains who have ranged themselves on our side, O best of
Spiritual Guides! The leaders of my army. I will name them for you.


You come first; then Bheeshma, Karna, Kripa, great soldiers; Ashwaththama, Vikarna and
the son of Somadhatta;


And many others, all ready to die for my sake; all armed, all skilled in war.


Yet our army seems the weaker, though commanded by Bheeshma; their army seems the
stronger, though commanded by Bheema.


Therefore in the rank and file, let stand firm in their posts, according to battalions; and all
you generals about Bheeshma.


Then to enliven his spirits, the brave Grandfather Bheeshma, eldest of the Kuru-clan, blew his
conch, till it sounded like a lion’s roar.


And immediately all the conches and drums, the trumpets and horns, blared forth in tumultuous
uproar.


Then seated in their spacious war chariot, yoked with white horses, Lord Shri Krishna and Arjuna
sounded their divine shells.


Lord Shri Krishna blew his Panchajanya and Arjuna his Devadatta, brave Bheema his renowned
shell, Poundra.


The King Dharmaraja, the son of Kunti, blew the Anantavijaya, Nakalu and Sahadeo, the Sugosh
and Manipushpaka, respectively.


And the Maharaja of Benares, the great archer, Shikhandi, the great soldier, Dhrishtayumna, Virata
and Satyaki, the invincible,


And O King! Drupada, the sons of Droupadi and Soubhadra, the great soldier, blew their conches.

tumult rent the hearts of the sons of Dhritarashtra, and violently shook heaven and earth with
its echo.


Then beholding the sons of Dhritarashtra, drawn up on the battle- field, ready to fight, Arjuna,
whose flag bore the Hanuman,


Raising his bow, spoke this to the Lord Shri Krishna: O Infallible! Lord of the earth! Please
draw up my chariot betwixt the two armies,


So that I may observe those who must fight on my side, those who must fight against me;


And gaze over this array of soldiers, eager to please the sinful sons of Dhritarashtra.”


Sanjaya said: “Having listened to the request of Arjuna, Lord Shri Krishna drew up His bright
chariot exactly in the midst between the two armies,


Whither Bheeshma and Drona had led all the rulers of the earth, and spoke thus: O Arjuna! Behold
these members of the family of Kuru assembled.


There Arjuna noticed fathers, grandfathers, uncles, cousins, sons, grandsons, teachers, friends;


Fathers-in-law and benefactors, arrayed on both sides. Arjuna then gazed at all those kinsmen before
him.


And his heart melted with pity and sadly he spoke: O my Lord! When I see all these, my own
people, thirsting for battle,


My limbs fail me and my throat is parched, my body trembles and my hair stands on end.


The bow Gandeeva slips from my hand, and my skin burns. I cannot keep quiet, for my
mind is in tumult.


The omens are adverse; what good can come from the slaughter of my people on this
battlefield?


Ah my Lord! I crave not for victory, nor for the kingdom, nor for any pleasure. What were
a kingdom or happiness or life to me,


When those for whose sake I desire these things stand here about to sacrifice their
property and their lives:


Teachers, fathers and grandfathers, sons and grandsons, uncles, father-in-law, brothers-in-
law and other relatives.


I would not kill them, even for three worlds; why then for this poor earth? It matters not if
I myself am killed.


My Lord! What happiness can come from the death of these sons of Dhritarashtra? We
shall sin if we kill these desperate men.


We are worthy of a nobler feat than to slaughter our relatives – the sons of Dhritarashtra;
for, my Lord, how can we be happy of we kill our kinsmen?


Although these men, blinded by greed, see no guilt in destroying their kin, or fighting
against their friends,

Should not we, whose eyes are open, who consider it to be wrong to annihilate our house,
turn away from so great a crime?


The destruction of our kindred means the destruction of the traditions of our ancient
lineage, and when these are lost, irreligion will overrun our homes.


When irreligion spreads, the women of the house begin to stray; when they lose their
purity, adulteration of the stock follows.


Promiscuity ruins both the family and those who defile it; while the souls of our ancestors
droop, through lack of the funeral cakes and ablutions.


By the destruction of our lineage and the pollution of blood, ancient class traditions and
family purity alike perish.


The wise say, my Lord, that they are forever lost, whose ancient traditions are lost.


Alas, it is strange that we should be willing to kill our own countrymen and commit a
great sin, in order to enjoy the pleasures of a kingdom.


If, on the contrary, the sons of Dhritarashtra, with weapons in their hand, should slay me,
unarmed and unresisting, surely that would be better for my welfare!”


Sanjaya said: “Having spoken thus, in the midst of the armies, Arjuna sank on the seat of the
chariot, casting away his bow and arrow; heartbroken with grief.”


Thus, in the Holy Book the Bhagavad Gita, one of the Upanishads, in the Science of the Supreme
Spirit, in the Art of Self-Knowledge, in the colloquy between the Divine Lord Shri Krishna and the
Prince Arjuna, stands the first chapter, entitled: The Despondency of Arjuna.

TWO: THE PHILOSOPHY OF DISCRIMINATION

Sanjaya then told how the Lord Shri Krishna, seeing Arjuna overwhelmed with compassion, his
eyes dimmed with flowing tears and full of despondency, consoled him:


“The Lord said: My beloved friend! Why yield, just on the eve of battle, to this weakness
which does no credit to those who call themselves Aryans, and only brings them infamy
and bars against them the gates of heaven?


O Arjuna! Why give way to unmanliness? O thou who art the terror of thine enemies!
Shake off such shameful effeminacy, make ready to act!


Arjuna argued: My Lord! How can I, when the battle rages, send an arrow through
Bheeshma and Drona, who should receive my reverence?


Rather would I content myself with a beggar’s crust that kill these teachers of mine, these
precious noble souls! To slay these masters who are my benefactors would be to stain the
sweetness of life’s pleasures with their blood.


Nor can I say whether it were better that they conquer me or for me to conquer them, since
I would no longer care to live if I killed these sons of Dhritarashtra, now preparing for
fight.


My heart is oppressed with pity; and my mind confused as to what my duty is. Therefore,
my Lord, tell me what is best for my spiritual welfare, for I am Thy disciple. Please direct
me, I pray.


For should I attain the monarchy of the visible world, or over the invisible world, it would
not drive away the anguish which is now paralysing my senses.”


Sanjaya continued: “Arjuna, the conqueror of all enemies, then told the Lord of All-Hearts that he
would no fight, and became silent, O King!


Thereupon the Lord, with a gracious smile, addressed him who was so much depressed in the midst
of the two armies.


Lord Shri Krishna said: Why grieve for those for whom no grief is due, and yet profess
wisdom? The wise grieve neither for the dead nor the living.


There was never a time when I was not, nor thou, nor these princes were not; there will
never be a time when we shall cease to be.


As the soul experiences in this body infancy, youth and old age, so finally it passes into
another. The wise have no delusion about this.


Those external relations which bring cold and heat, pain and happiness, they come and
go; they are not permanent. Endure them bravely, O Prince!


The hero whose soul is unmoved by circumstance, who accepts pleasure and pain with
equanimity, only he is fit for immortality.