Jnaneshwari (Bhavartha Dipika)

by Ramchandra Keshav Bhagwat | 1954 | 284,137 words | ISBN-10: 8185208123 | ISBN-13: 9788185208121

This is verse 18.64 of the Jnaneshwari (Bhavartha-Dipika), the English translation of 13th-century Marathi commentary on the Bhagavad-Gita.—The Dnyaneshwari (Jnaneshwari) brings to light the deeper meaning of the Gita which represents the essence of the Vedic Religion. This is verse 64 of the chapter called Moksha-sannyasa-yoga.

Verse 18.64:Yet again listen to My ultimate word, which is the secret of all secrets: thou art intimately loved of Me, and so I shall communicate what is to thy weal. (1341)

Commentary called Jnaneshwari by Jnaneshwar:

Now you do listen once again to my plain and clear talk with spacious (keen and receptive) attention. It is not (such an ordinary) subject as I should speak about because it is worth communicating or you should hear because it is worth listening to: but it is in fact your own good luck (and nothing else). The young of a tortoise is supplied with feed (milk), Oh Dhananjaya, from the vision of its mother; or the (cloud in the) sky becomes the water carrier at the home of the bird Chakora. In that way, (it is like) getting the fruit, on the very spot, of an action that has not been performed at all.

In short, is there anything in the world that is beyond the reach of a man when fortune smiles on him? Ordinarily, that which enables one to escape from duality, and is fit to be enjoyed at the home of the union with the Self (Monism) is, remember ye, this esoteric doctrine (knowledge). Oh beloved one, that which becomes the subject of love, that is not burdened with any formality, is nothing else but the soul (self) itself; be sure of it. We cleanse a mirror, Oh Dhananjaya, that we have to look into; and we do this not for the sake of the mirror but for our own sake.

In that way, Oh Partha, what I am speaking is for my own sake alone, you being only an excuse: is there anything like ‘I-ness’ or ‘You-ness’ between us? I am telling my heart’s secret to you, my very soul. It is in fact an inveterate hobby with me to be after my exclusive devotees. The salt gets deluded, Oh Son of Pandu, while surrendering itself completely to water and feels no shame in merging its individuality wholly into it. In that way, since you never know to keep away anything (secret) from me, how should I keep (secret) anything from you? Therefore, you do hear that great secret talk of mine, before which all secrets of the universe pale into utter insignificance (prove only vividly open):

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