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Bhagavad-Gītā As It Is is a translation and commentary of the Bhagavad Gita by A.C.Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, founder-acharya of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness (ISKCON). It is known amongst other translations of the Bhagavad Gita for its strong emphasis on the path of bhakti yoga above all others, in line with the Gaudiya Vaishnava tradition of Caitanya Mahaprabhu. The book has been widely distributed, largely through promotion by the modern Hare Krishna movement. It was first published in 1968 by Macmillan Publishers, with an unabridged edition in 1972. It is now published by The Bhaktivedanta Book Trust and is available in nearly sixty languages.
For each verse, the book (in complete editions) includes the Devanagari script, a Latin transliteration, word-for-word Sanskrit-English meanings, and English translation. An extensive commentary by Prabhupada is given throughout, based on various Gaudiya Vaishnava works, including: Ramanuja Bhasya (in Sanskrit); Sarartha-varsini-tika (Sanskrit) by Visvanatha Chakravarti Thakura; Gita-bhusana-tika (Sanskrit) by Baladeva Vidyabhushana; and Bhaktivinode Thakur's Bengali commentaries.
There's no god if this is all there is for me,
A temper and conceptions that I'm lonely.
When death comes, I'll be ready,
But I'll waste my life preparing.
There's so much more to life than breathing.
I see life through a dog's eyes,
A world in black and white,
A world that would so happily forget me,
I'm faithless I'm shameless
I just wanna believe in something,
But I think that horoscopes are bullshit,
I just wanna believe in something,
Anything at all, yeah,
I make terrible decisions,
and I pay for them in the fear that keeps my eyes glued to the ceiling.
If I drown, will you drown with me?
'Cause I'd hate to leave you lonely
In a world that would so happily forget me
I'm faithless I'm shameless
I just wanna believe in something,
But I think that horoscopes are bullshit,
I just wanna believe in something,
Anything at all, yeah,
All great men die young,
Just bodies in boxes or dust in porcelain and,
Once my friends are gone,
I'll remember when we held the world with our fingers.
All great men die young,
Just bodies in boxes or dust in porcelain.
All great men die young,
And I'm so fucking scared to outlive all I've ever known.
I just wanna believe in something.