Refuge In Brahman

I take refuge in Brahman, the Gracious, the Merciful.
Thou highest above all others, Reason’s Epitome,
Who conceived of the vast Cosmos before forming it,
And made it from Thyself, to create companions,

Allocating to each his apportioned place and task,
As it was within Thy Illustrious Power to bestow,
Hear my prayer. Thou who enters all Thy beings
As consciousness, as awareness, and as truth,

Who knows right from wrong, up from down,
Good from bad, well from ill, white from black,
Who grants emotion and separate awareness,
Who gives us our very selves, hear my petition!

Thou without whom nothing would be all,
And with whom, everything is, eternally,
Bestower of maximum Life on Thy Creation,
Source of Energy, Power, Glory, and Might:

Hear my cry! Thou alone support my goodness;
Thou alone witness my love for all Thy beings;
Thou knowest that on straight paths, I walk straight;
Thou art my Redeemer, in the face of the enemy!

This world knows me not, and so knows Thee not.
This world rejects me and mine, rejecting Thee.
This world hates not being the real authority.
This world laughs at its own eternal destiny!

All that does not cling to Thee fails in the end.
All that rejects Thee, is rejected in the end.
All that hates and despises Thee, falls in the end.
All that recognizes not Thy Power, faints in the end.

A rational being, I cling only to Thy holy feet;
A sensible person, I await Thy good Pleasure;
A humble entity, I look for Thy Direction;
A loser in life, I yet win if Thou willest it.

The world’s massive doors close tight around me;
The corridors of “name and fame” are ever-blocked;
It seems that none will listen until I am long gone;
It seems that none will see me until I have passed on.

So, I leave the world and look only to Thee:
Thou art like me within, and cannot deny it.
Thou canst not reject a humble, loving servant,
Nor canst Thou spit upon true effort’s portion.

Thy grace and care are seen in the peacock feather;
Thy skill and passion in the sun’s unending light;
Thy worth and valor in the very air we breathe;
Thy planning and talent in the cry of doughty Eagle!

Thou art Brahman, the Almighty, the Glorious!
Thou art the Creator of everything, Bounteous!
Thou art the Source of all that is, was, and will be!
Thou art the Powerful, and Friend to such as me.