The Self 4: The Soul Of Ceaseless Breath Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

The Self 4: The Soul Of Ceaseless Breath



He that knows this soul of immortal breath
As free from birth and change, decay and death,
How can such a One be slain still?
How, who, O Arjun, can Him kill? || 2.21 ||

Sanskrit text
Vaedaivnai=n&inTy& y AenmjmVyym\|
k9& s pu£q: pa9R k& 0atyit hiNt km\ ||Ê.ÊÉ||

Sanskrit transliteration
veda avin@shina> nitya> ya* ena> aja> avyaya>
katha> sa* puru^ha* p@rtha ka> gh@tayati ha
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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)

Sunday, September 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: soul
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 23 November 2019

Breath! Living, Soul on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Aniruddha Pathak 24 November 2019

The Sanskrit text has not been read properly here. Thanks for visiting

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