Bhagavad Gita 2.6

na caitad vidmaḥ kataran no garīyo

yad vā jayema yadi vā no jayeyuḥ

yān eva hatvā na jijīviṣāmas

te ’vasthitāḥ pramukhe dhārtarāṣṭrāḥ

 

“We do not know which fate is best,

To win or fall in this cruel test.

Those whom we wish not to slay,

Stand armed against us in this fatal fray.”

 

My dear Lord, when I find myself at a dead end, let me remember that my vision is limited, but your wisdom knows no bounds. No problem is too big for you to solve—even when I am so small that I cannot even conceive of a solution, let alone implement one.

When life brings me to a place where I see no path ahead at all, or when every path that I see leads only to a far worse situation, I find myself utterly unable to avoid distress. Bless me, O Lord, so that I do not sink into despair. Let me not conclude that my finite vision of the situation is the final vision of the situation.

You see far more than what I see, my Lord. And where my eyes fail to see a way forward, bless me so that I can see with the eyes of faith in your wisdom. Nothing is a dead end for you, O Lord. Everything is a developing means. Through all things, you bring auspiciousness and ultimately bring me to you, the source and shelter of the supreme auspiciousness.

When all options seem to be losing options, you, my Lord, remain the ever-winning option.

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02.06 Nor do we know which is better – conquering them or being conquered by them. If we killed the sons of Dhṛtarāṣṭra, we should not care to live. Yet they are now standing before us on the battlefield.