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Chapter 18 · Verse 73
🏹 Arjuna speaks
Illustration for Chapter 18, Verse 73

नष्टो मोहः स्मृतिर्लब्धा त्वत्प्रसादान्मयाच्युत। स्थितोऽस्मि गतसन्देहः करिष्ये वचनं तव॥

naṣṭo mohaḥ smṛtirlabdhā tvatprasādānmayācyuta | sthito'smi gatasandehaḥ kariṣye vacanaṁ tava ||

Word by Word 13 words
नष्टः
naś to perish, to be destroyed

destroyed, gone

मोहः
muh to be confused, to be deluded

delusion, the fog of confusion

स्मृतिः
smṛ to remember

memory, the recognition of who I truly am

लब्धा
labh to gain, to obtain

regained, recovered

त्वत्प्रसादात्
tvad you, your pra forth sad to settle, to be gracious

by Your grace, through Your kindness

मया
mad I, me

by me

अच्युत
a not cyu to fall, to slip

O Achyuta — the Unfallen, the One who never slips, a name for Krishna

स्थितः
sthā to stand, to be firm

standing firm, settled, steady

अस्मि
as to be

I am

गतसन्देहः
gam to go sam together dih to smear, to doubt

with doubts gone, free of all doubt

करिष्ये
kṛ to do, to act

I will do, I shall act

वचनम्
vac to speak

word, what is spoken

तव
yuṣmad you, your

your

And now answers — the answer the whole Gita has been waiting for. "My delusion is destroyed! The fog has lifted. By Your grace, O Achyuta, I have remembered who I really am. I stand firm now, steady, with all my doubts gone. I will do as You say." After all the questions and the trembling, the archer is whole again. He is ready.

कथा

Arjuna Stands Firm

From the mythological

The dust of had not settled, but something inside had.

A short while ago he had sat slumped in the chariot, his great bow, Gandiva, slipping from his fingers, his eyes wet, his whole body shaking like a banner in a storm. He had wanted to run. He had wanted the battle to swallow itself before it began. Everything had felt tangled and impossible, a knot too tight for any hand to undo.

Now he sat up straight.

He looked at — his friend, his charioteer, the dark-blue Lord who had not let him quit, who had spoken to him patiently through all his weeping and his clever excuses. The two horses tossed their white manes. The flags above the chariot snapped in the wind. And felt, for the first time since he had stepped onto the field, that he knew exactly where he stood.

"My delusion is gone, ," he said, and his voice did not shake. "The fog that was choking me — it has lifted. I can see."

He pressed his palm to his own chest, as if checking that the trembling had truly stopped, and it had.

"By Your grace, Achyuta, You who never fall, never slip, I have remembered who I am. I had forgotten. I was lost in 'mine' and 'I' and 'how can I bear it.' But now I remember. I am not just this frightened body. I am the Self that does not die, set here to do what is right."

He bent and lifted Gandiva from where it had lain. The great bow felt light in his grip, lighter than it had ever felt, as though his arm and his will were finally pointing the same way.

"I stand firm," said. "My doubts are gone — every one of them. I do not need to argue any more. I do not need to ask one more question." He bowed his head to his friend. "I will do as You say. I will do Your word."

said nothing. But the corner of his mouth lifted, the quiet smile of one whose friend has finally come home to himself. The conch was about to sound. The wind carried the smell of the river. And the archer who had nearly thrown his life away stood ready, not because he had been ordered, but because, at last, he understood.

चिन्तनम्

Arjuna says his doubts are gone and he is ready to act. Think of a time you finally felt clear and sure after being confused. What helped the fog inside you lift?