B GITA AROBAD Whatever befalls him, He is always happy. He wanders where he will. And wherever he finds himself When the sun sets, There he lies down to rest. He does not care if the body lives or dies. He is so firmly set in his own being, He rises above the round of birth and death.

Whatever befalls him, He is always happy. He wanders where he will. And wherever he finds himself When the sun sets, There he lies down to rest. He does not care if the body lives or dies. He is so firmly set in his own being, He rises above the round of birth and death.