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Chapter 9 · Verse 25
🪈 Krishna speaks
Illustration for Chapter 9, Verse 25

यान्ति देवव्रता देवान्पितॄन्यान्ति पितृव्रताः। भूतानि यान्ति भूतेज्या यान्ति मद्याजिनोऽपि माम्॥

yānti devavratā devānpitṝnyānti pitṛvratāḥ | bhūtāni yānti bhūtejyā yānti madyājino'pi mām ||

Word by Word 10 words
यान्ति
to go, to reach

they go, they reach

देवव्रताः
deva shining god vrata vow, devotion

those whose vow is to the gods, god-worshippers

देवान्
deva shining god

to the gods

पितॄन्
pitṛ father, ancestor

to the ancestors

पितृव्रताः
pitṛ father, ancestor vrata vow, devotion

those whose vow is to the ancestors, ancestor-worshippers

भूतानि
bhū to be, to become

to the spirits, the elemental beings

भूतेज्याः
bhūta spirit, being yaj to worship, to honour

those who worship the spirits, spirit-worshippers

मद्याजिनः
mat Me, My yaj to worship, to offer

those who worship Me, My devotees

अपि
api also, even

also, indeed

माम्
mām Me

to Me

says: "Each kind of worship leads where it points. Those who lovingly worship the shining gods go to the gods. Those who honour their ancestors go to the ancestors. Those who pray to spirits go to the spirits. And those who worship Me, with all their heart, come straight to Me." Every road has an end, and you arrive at the place your love is aimed.

कथा

The Four Travellers and the Four Roads

An original story

Where four roads met at the foot of a great hill, four travellers stopped one evening to share a fire.

The first traveller polished a little brass lamp until it shone. "I am going up the eastern road," she said, "to the temple of the bright gods — Indra of the rains, Agni of the fire, Vayu of the wind. All my life I have made my offerings to them. Tonight they have called me home." And in the morning she took the eastern road, and it led her, step by step, to the high bright halls of the gods, where the lamps never go out.

The second traveller carried a small bundle of rice and sesame. "I am for the southern road," he said quietly, "to the land of the grandfathers. I have remembered my mothers and fathers every season, set out food for them, spoken their names. They are waiting for me." And the southern road carried him gently down to the resting place of the ancestors.

The third traveller wore charms tied at his wrist. "The western road is mine," he said. "I have prayed to the spirits of the river and the grove and the crossroads. They will give me what they have to give." And the western road wound off among the shadowy trees, and he followed it to the dim, flickering world of the spirits.

The fourth traveller carried nothing at all. The others looked at her, puzzled.

"Where is your offering?" they asked. "Which road is yours?"

She smiled and pressed her open hand to her heart. "My offering is here," she said. "I gave it long ago, all of it, to the One who holds the gods and the grandfathers and the spirits and the four roads and the hill itself. I have nothing left to carry, because I have given everything to Him."

"But which road leads to Him?" they asked.

"Every road," she said softly, "for the one whose whole heart is His. I do not have to climb or descend or wander. I have only to walk, and He is already at the end."

In the morning the four travellers parted, each taking the road their love had chosen. Three roads climbed and curved and dipped toward their separate homes. And the fourth traveller stepped onto her road and walked straight, light-footed and unafraid, into the arms of the Lord.

चिन्तनम्

Krishna says we reach wherever our love is pointed. If you watched your own day, where would you say your heart spends most of its time?