1Arjuna.     If men forsake the holy ordinance,     Heedless of Shastras, yet keep faith at heart     And worship, what shall be the state of those,     Great Krishna! Sattwan, Rajas, Tamas? Say!

2Krishna.     Threefold the faith is of mankind and springs     From those three qualities,--becoming "true,"     Or "passion-stained," or "dark," as thou shalt hear!          The faith of each believer, Indian Prince!     Conforms itself to what he truly is.     Where thou shalt see a worshipper, that one     To what he worships lives assimilate,     [Such as the shrine, so is the votary,]     The "soothfast" souls adore true gods; the souls     Obeying Rajas worship Rakshasas     Or Yakshas; and the men of Darkness pray     To Pretas and to Bhutas. Yea, and those     Who practise bitter penance, not enjoined     By rightful rule--penance which hath its root     In self-sufficient, proud hypocrisies--     Those men, passion-beset, violent, wild,     Torturing--the witless ones--My elements     Shut in fair company within their flesh,     (Nay, Me myself, present within the flesh!)     Know them to devils devoted, not to Heaven!     For like as foods are threefold for mankind     In nourishing, so is there threefold way     Of worship, abstinence, and almsgiving!     Hear this of Me! there is a food which brings     Force, substance, strength, and health, and joy to live,     Being well-seasoned, cordial, comforting,     The "Soothfast" meat. And there be foods which bring     Aches and unrests, and burning blood, and grief,     Being too biting, heating, salt, and sharp,     And therefore craved by too strong appetite.     And there is foul food--kept from over-night,     Savourless, filthy, which the foul will eat,     A feast of rottenness, meet for the lips     Of such as love the "Darkness."          Thus with rites;--     A sacrifice not for rewardment made,     Offered in rightful wise, when he who vows     Sayeth, with heart devout, "This I should do!"     Is "Soothfast" rite. But sacrifice for gain,     Offered for good repute, be sure that this,     O Best of Bharatas! is Rajas-rite,     With stamp of "passion." And a sacrifice     Offered against the laws, with no due dole     Of food-giving, with no accompaniment     Of hallowed hymn, nor largesse to the priests,     In faithless celebration, call it vile,     The deed of "Darkness!"--lost!          Worship of gods     Meriting worship; lowly reverence     Of Twice-borns, Teachers, Elders; Purity,     Rectitude, and the Brahmacharya's vow,     And not to injure any helpless thing,--     These make a true religiousness of Act.          Words causing no man woe, words ever true,     Gentle and pleasing words, and those ye say     In murmured reading of a Sacred Writ,--     These make the true religiousness of Speech.          Serenity of soul, benignity,     Sway of the silent Spirit, constant stress     To sanctify the Nature,--these things make     Good rite, and true religiousness of Mind.          Such threefold faith, in highest piety     Kept, with no hope of gain, by hearts devote,     Is perfect work of Sattwan, true belief.          Religion shown in act of proud display     To win good entertainment, worship, fame,     Such--say I--is of Rajas, rash and vain.          Religion followed by a witless will     To torture self, or come at power to hurt     Another,--'tis of Tamas, dark and ill.          The gift lovingly given, when one shall say     "Now must I gladly give!" when he who takes     Can render nothing back; made in due place,     Due time, and to a meet recipient,     Is gift of Sattwan, fair and profitable.          The gift selfishly given, where to receive     Is hoped again, or when some end is sought,     Or where the gift is proffered with a grudge,     This is of Rajas, stained with impulse, ill.          The gift churlishly flung, at evil time,     In wrongful place, to base recipient,     Made in disdain or harsh unkindliness,     Is gift of Tamas, dark; it doth not bless!