Just as the all-moving wind
wherever it goes, always
remains in the vastness of space,
all beings remain within me.

They are gathered back into my womb
at the end of the cosmic cycle —
a hundred fifty thousand
billion of your earthly years —

and as a new cycle begins
I send them forth once again,
pouring from my abundance
the myriad forms of life.

These actions do not bind me, Arjuna.
I stand apart from them all,
indifferent to their outcome,
unattached, serene.

Under my guidance, Nature
brings forth all beings, all things
animate or inanimate,
and sets the whole universe in motion.

Foolish people despise me
in the human form that I take,
blind to my true nature
as the Lord of all life and death.