The Blessed Lord said:
Fearlessness, purity of heart,
Firmness in knowledge and in Yoga,
Gifts, self-control, and sacrifice,
And study, penance, rectitude;
Truth, harmlessness, renouncement, peace,
Freedom from wrath, greed, calumny,
Pity for all, and gentleness,
And modesty and constancy;
Glory, forgiveness, purity,
Freedom from hate and pride, and strength,
These qualities are his who's born
In state divine, O Bharata.
Deceit and pride and self-conceit,
And anger, harshness, ignorance,
These qualities are his who's born,
O Pritha's son, in devilish state.
For freedom is the state divine,
For bondage is the devilish state;
And grieve not thou, O Pandava,
For thou art born in state divine.
There are two kinds of beings born,
In devilish state and state divine;
I've told thee of the state divine,
Now hear thou of the devilish state.
Persons of devilish nature know
Not what to do, what not to do;
Nor conduct good, nor purity,
Nor any truth is there in them.
"The world," they say, "is void of truth,
Or moral principles, or God;
Produced by union of the sex,
Desire and lust its only cause".
Holding this view, these ruined souls,
Of little Buddhi, fearful deeds,
Arise as enemies of all
For the destruction of the world,
Full of insatiable desires,
Deceit and pride and arrogance,
Deluded, holding views untrue,
And acting with impure resolve;
Beset with boundless, anxious cares,
That have their end in death alone,
Their highest goal is lustful joy,
And feeling sure that this is all;
Bound by a hundred ties of hope,
And given to anger and desire,
They strive by unjust means to gain
The hoards of wealth their lust to sate.
This has to-day been gained by me;
And this desire will I obtain;
This wealth is mine alone, and this
Will also be hereafter mine;
"This enemy has been slain by me;
And others also will I slay;
I am the lord, the enjoyer I;
And I am perfect, happy, strong."
"I'm wealthy and of noble birth;
Who else is equal unto me?
I'll sacrifice, rejoice, and give;"
Deluded thus by ignorance,
Bewildered so by many a thought,
Surrounded by delusion's snare,
Attached to pleasures of desire,
They fall into a loathsome hell.
Haughty and full of self-conceit,
And pride and arrogance of wealth,
They offer sacrifice, in name,
For show, against all sacred rules.
Possessed of egoism and power,
And pride and anger and desire,
In other's bodies and their own
They hate me, these malignant ones.
These cruel and malicious ones,
Meanest of men, of evil deeds,
I hurl into these worlds below
Perpetually in devilish wombs.
And born within these devilish wombs,
Deluded so birth after birth,
They fall into yet lower state,
O Kunti's son, nor come to me.
Threefold is the gate of hell,
Destructive of the soul within,
Of anger, lust, and avarice;
So do thou from these three refrain.
O Kunti's son, the man who goes
Beyond these gates of darkness three.
Doth what is good to his own soul,
And so doth reach the goal supreme.
He who, forsaking sacred rules,
Acts under impulse of desire,
Perfection, nor yet happiness,
He gains, nor yet the goal supreme.
So let the sacred rules be thine
For what should not and should be done;
And having known what they declare,
Engage in action in this world.