Verse 30

³⁰Then that leader of thousands drew in his speech, and with eyes unclosed held his mind, released from every attachment, upon the first Person, upon Krsna, four-armed, in his shining yellow cloth, standing there before him. ³¹His ill struck away by that pure holding of the mind, the pain of the weapons gone at once at the sight of him, the straying of all his senses at an end, he praised Janardana as he let go of what he owed to the people. ³²So let my mind, made free of thirst, be given to the Bhagavan, the bull of the Satvatas, the all-pervading, who has come to his own joy and yet has drawn near to nature at times in order to play, he from whom the stream of becoming flows.

³³Let my love be without flaw for the friend of Vijaya, who bears a body the three worlds long for, dark as the tamala, wearing fine cloth bright as the rays of the sun, his lotus face framed about with curling locks. ³⁴Let my self rest upon Krsna, whose face in the battle was made grey all round with the dust of the horses, adorned by the sweat that his loosened hair had stirred, his skin cut open by my sharpened arrows, his armour shining. ³⁵Let my love be for the friend of Prtha's son, who at his friend's word at once set the chariot between the two armies, his own and the other's, and standing there took away with a glance the lifespan of the enemy's soldiers.

³⁶Let me love the feet of that supreme one who, by the knowledge of the self, took away the wrong thinking of the man who, looking at the ranks drawn up before him, had turned away from the killing of his own people, counting it a fault. ³⁷Setting aside his own declaration in order to make my vow come true, he sprang down from the chariot, took up its wheel, and came on with the earth shaking and his upper cloth fallen away, as a lion comes to kill an elephant. ³⁸Struck by my sharp arrows, his armour broken open, drenched in blood, he came on by force against me, his assailant, to kill me. Let that Bhagavan, Mukunda, be my goal.

³⁹As I am about to die, let my love be for the Bhagavan, who took charge of Vijaya's chariot, whip in hand, holding the horses' reins, worth the looking at for that splendour alone, on seeing whom here those who were slain went to his own nature. ⁴⁰He whose graceful going and play, whose sweet laughter and loving glances had raised in them so great a regard, whose acts the cowherd women copied, blind with rapture, and so came, it is said, to his own nature: ⁴¹he who in the assembly crowded with hosts of sages and the best of kings, at Yudhisthira's Rajasuya, received their worship, worth beholding, this same one, his self made plain, is here within my sight.

⁴²This unborn one, seated in the heart of every embodied being, of those his own self has framed, one as the sun is one though it seems many, one to each eye: him I have now reached, the delusion of difference shaken off.