Infinite Self

Translation of Ashtavakra Gita by Anonymous

Yesterday
I lived bewildered,
In Illusion.

Bu now I am awake,
Flawless and serene,
Beyond the world.

From my light
The body and the world arise.

So all things are mine,
Or nothing is.

Now I have given up
The body and the world.

I have a special gift.
I see the infinite self.

As a wave,
Seething and foaming,
Is only water.

So all creation.
Streaming out of the self
Is only the self.

Consider a piece of cloth
It is only threads!

So all creation,
When you look closely,
Is only the Self.

Like the sugar
In the juice of the sugarcane.
I am the sweetness
In everything I have made.

When the self is unknown
The world arises,
Not when it is known.

But you mistake
The rope for the snake.
When you see the rope,
The snake vanishes.

My nature is light,
Nothing but light.

When the world arises
I alone am shining.

When the world arises in me,
It is just an illusion:
Water shimmering in the sun,
A wein of silver in mother-of-pearl,
A serpent in a stand of rope.

From me the world streams out
And in me it dissolves,
As a bracelet melts into gold,
A pot crumbles into clay,
A wave subsides into water.

I adore myself,
How wonderful I am!

I can never die.

The wold world may perish,
From Brahma to a blade of grass,
But I am still here.

Indeed how wonderful!
I adore myself.
For I have taken form
But I am still one.

Neither coming or going,
Yet I am still everywhere…

I am the infinite ocean.

When thoughts spring up,
The wind freshens, and like waves,
A thousand worlds arise.

But when the wind falls,
The trader sinks with his ship.

On the boundless ocean of my being
He founders,
And all the worlds with him.

But O how wonderful!

I am the unbounded deep
In whom all living things
Naturally arise,
Rush against each other playfully
And then subside.

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