Divine Light

There the sun does not shine, neither the moon nor the stars; these lightning-flashes do not shine there — how then this fire? Only when He shines does all else shine after Him. By His light all this is illuminated.

There the sun does not shine, nor the moon and stars, nor these lightnings — let alone this fire. By its light alone all this shines; the whole world is illumined by its radiance.

Just as the single sun illuminates this entire world, so the knower of the field illuminates the entire field, O Bharata.

If a thousand suns were to rise simultaneously in the sky, that radiance might perhaps resemble the brilliance of that great Soul.

The brilliance in the sun that illumines the entire world, the light in the moon and in fire — know that radiance to be Mine.

Neither the sun illumines it, nor the moon, nor fire. Having gone there, no one returns — that is My supreme abode.

It is the light even of lights, said to be beyond darkness; knowledge, the knowable, and the goal of knowledge — it is seated in the heart of all.

You are my father, you are my mother, you are my kinsman, and you are my divinity. Salutations to the Guru who awakens the soul to the true nature of this world.

The Blessed Lord said: O Arjuna, out of my grace and through my own divine power I have shown you this supreme form — radiant with splendour, primordial, infinite, universal — which none other than you has ever seen before.

I see You without beginning, middle, or end — of boundless power, of infinite arms, with the moon and sun as Your eyes; I see You with flaming fire as Your mouth, scorching this entire universe with Your own radiance.

I see You crowned, bearing the mace and discus — a mass of radiance blazing on all sides — hard to gaze upon, immeasurable, glowing like burning fire and sun.

One who meditates upon the ancient seer, the ruler of all, subtler than the subtlest — the sustainer of everything, of inconceivable form, luminous as the sun, far beyond all darkness —

But for those in whom that ignorance of the self has been destroyed by knowledge — their knowledge illuminates the Supreme, like the sun illuminating all things.

The face of Truth is hidden by a golden vessel. O Pūṣan, remove that covering — for one devoted to truth and righteousness, grant the vision.

O Pūṣan, sole seer, O Yama, O Sun, offspring of Prajāpati — spread apart your rays, gather in your radiance. That most auspicious form of yours I may now behold. That Being who is yonder — that I am.

You lick up and devour the worlds entire from all sides with your blazing faces; your fierce radiance fills the whole universe and scorches it with your terrible splendour, O Vishnu.

Of universal form, golden, the all-knowing, the supreme refuge, the one blazing light — he who moves in a thousand rays and shines in a hundredfold — this Prana, this Sun, rises for all creatures.

Just as the sun illuminates all directions — above, below and across, shining brilliantly — so too the blessed, most excellent divine One alone rules over the inherent nature of all wombs.

The great Lord, the Person, sets in motion the existence of all. He who rules attains the supremely pure imperishable light.

Salutations to the Guru — by whose existence this world holds its reality, by whose radiance it shines like the sun, and by whose love we come to cherish our children and all dear ones.