1Krishna.     Fearlessness, singleness of soul, the will     Always to strive for wisdom; opened hand     And governed appetites; and piety,     And love of lonely study; humbleness,     Uprightness, heed to injure nought which lives,     Truthfulness, slowness unto wrath, a mind     That lightly letteth go what others prize;     And equanimity, and charity     Which spieth no man's faults; and tenderness     Towards all that suffer; a contented heart,     Fluttered by no desires; a bearing mild,     Modest, and grave, with manhood nobly mixed,     With patience, fortitude, and purity;     An unrevengeful spirit, never given     To rate itself too high;--such be the signs,     O Indian Prince! of him whose feet are set     On that fair path which leads to heavenly birth!          Deceitfulness, and arrogance, and pride,     Quickness to anger, harsh and evil speech,     And ignorance, to its own darkness blind,--     These be the signs, My Prince! of him whose birth     Is fated for the regions of the vile.          The Heavenly Birth brings to deliverance,     So should'st thou know! The birth with Asuras     Brings into bondage. Be thou joyous, Prince!     Whose lot is set apart for heavenly Birth.          Two stamps there are marked on all living men,     Divine and Undivine; I spake to thee     By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man,     Hear from me now of the Unheavenly!          They comprehend not, the Unheavenly,     How Souls go forth from Me; nor how they come     Back unto Me: nor is there Truth in these,     Nor purity, nor rule of Life. "This world     Hath not a Law, nor Order, nor a Lord,"     So say they: "nor hath risen up by Cause     Following on Cause, in perfect purposing,     But is none other than a House of Lust."     And, this thing thinking, all those ruined ones--     Of little wit, dark-minded--give themselves     To evil deeds, the curses of their kind.     Surrendered to desires insatiable,     Full of deceitfulness, folly, and pride,     In blindness cleaving to their errors, caught     Into the sinful course, they trust this lie     As it were true--this lie which leads to death--     Finding in Pleasure all the good which is,     And crying "Here it finisheth!"          Ensnared     In nooses of a hundred idle hopes,     Slaves to their passion and their wrath, they buy     Wealth with base deeds, to glut hot appetites;     "Thus much, to-day," they say, "we gained! thereby     Such and such wish of heart shall have its fill;     And this is ours! and th' other shall be ours!     To-day we slew a foe, and we will slay     Our other enemy to-morrow! Look!     Are we not lords? Make we not goodly cheer?     Is not our fortune famous, brave, and great?     Rich are we, proudly born! What other men     Live like to us? Kill, then, for sacrifice!     Cast largesse, and be merry!" So they speak     Darkened by ignorance; and so they fall--     Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound     In net of black delusion, lost in lusts--     Down to foul Naraka. Conceited, fond,     Stubborn and proud, dead-drunken with the wine     Of wealth, and reckless, all their offerings     Have but a show of reverence, being not made     In piety of ancient faith. Thus vowed     To self-hood, force, insolence, feasting, wrath,     These My blasphemers, in the forms they wear     And in the forms they breed, my foemen are,     Hateful and hating; cruel, evil, vile,     Lowest and least of men, whom I cast down     Again, and yet again, at end of lives,     Into some devilish womb, whence--birth by birth--     The devilish wombs re-spawn them, all beguiled;     And, till they find and worship Me, sweet Prince!     Tread they that Nether Road.          The Doors of Hell     Are threefold, whereby men to ruin pass,--     The door of Lust, the door of Wrath, the door     Of Avarice. Let a man shun those three!     He who shall turn aside from entering     All those three gates of Narak, wendeth straight     To find his peace, and comes to Swarga's gate.          . . . . . . . . . . . .