Verse 41

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A hundred years steady as a post· Verses 36–41

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Living on bulbs and seeds, on roots and fruits, on flowers and leaves, on grass and water, he took up little by little an austerity that wasted the body. Cold and heat, wind and rain, hunger and thirst, the pleasing and the unpleasing, ease and pain: these pairs he mastered, and saw them all alike. His stain burnt out by austerity and knowing, by the restraints and the observances, his senses and breath and mind mastered, he joined the self to Brahman. He stayed in one place, steady as a post, a hundred years of the gods, and knew nothing else, carrying his love for Vasudeva the Bhagavan. Knowing the self as spread through everything and as standing apart within himself, and knowing the witness of every touch to be like a dream, he came to rest.

By the Bhagavan himself, king, by Hari for his teacher, who had spoken to him, by a lamp of clean knowing that blazed out on every side of the world,