O Son of Pritha, nothing holds me here!
From karma free, I’m strictly volunteer.
I labor only to uplift mankind—
Where all such work is done, you’ll find Me near.
’Tis Nature’s nature all to tyrannize—
The foolish and enlightened sympathize,
All subject to their nature’s least demands,
And so, Arjuna, make your nature wise!
However hard a duty must be done,
Forsake it not for some more pleasing one.
Better death in dharma of one’s own,
Than glory in another’s, lightly won.