If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
The know not well the subtle ways,
I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
and one to me are shame and fame.
The reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode,
and pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
PS: This poem is composed by Ralph Waldo Emerson. "Brahma" is saying elegantly captures some of the essence of the Gita on the Introduction page no. xi of Bhagavad Gita: http://www.yogavidya.com/Yoga/BhagavadGita.pdf