by Swami Krishnananda
This body is the field of work,
Within it is the lord of deeds;
This master ensouling all fields
Is also Universal Soul.
This soul dies not, it always is,
No one eternally is damned;
In past, present and future lives
This soul without a tinge of taint.
The soul discards redundant forms,
As one abandons worn-out clothes,
For improved conditions ahead
In search of freedom bodiless.
What is cannot become a naught,
What is not never can exist;
Knowers of reality's core
Behold the quintessence of things.
All-pervading is deathless soul,
None can destroy or hurt the self
Which defies destruction and change;
It's above Time and Space and Cause.
The forms perish as processes
Duration-gripped and localised;
But soul that enshrines forms and shapes
Is unrelated, processless.
No soul is born, no soul does die;
Embodiments get remodelled,
Since evolution is the name
Of advance towards True Selfhood.
Eternal, unborn is the Self
Which's called the soul when it abides
In finite centres, bodies, forms;
In truth it is the Self of all.
Earth, water, fire and air do not
Affect the soul or self ever;
The soul involved in body's aches
Imagines that it, too, is grieved.
Uncleaved, unwetted and unburnt,
Unwithered is the Source of all,
Glory immortal, Omniself,
Omnipresent and Omniscient.