The Self,2: Never Can This Self Be Slain Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
The Self,2: Never Can This Self Be Slain
Truly, if the killer
Thinks him as the killer,
So too if the one slain
Thinks, he has been slain,
None of them doth know still,
The soul be killed, nor can kill.
If He's taken as one that slays,
Or thought of as one that be slain,
Either way one knoweth not still
This soul's subtlest of ways:
This One never doth kill,
Nor can He ever be slain.|| 2.19 ||
Sanskrit text
y Aen& veiä hNtar&y¾En& mNyte htm\ |
w-O tO n ivjanIto nay& hiNt n hNyte ||Ê.ÉÑ||
Sanskrit transliteration
ya* ena> vetti ha ya* cha ena> matyate hata>
ubhau tau na vij@n$ta* na aya> ha<ti na hanyate
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From among select verses on ‘Self, atman' from Bhagavad-Gita
Sanskrit text: Fonts used (Hitarth Hin Jalak/ Hindi Saral-1/Shree-Guj-0768)
Sanskrit Transliteration: Fonts used (Sanskrit Roman)
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4/26/2024 6:08:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i KNOW NOT AND CARE NOT IF I HAVE A SOUL. I DO CARE IF I'VE NO ice cream IN MY BOWL! ! ! :) bri
True, My Dear Watson, yes, you won't understand. The wise generally avoid commenting on things they can't understand. But let me appreciate your courage to rush, for the ice-cream to rage, and I too am no sage, I too oft for that ice-cream rage, but there are moments I'm in search of my true image.