Bhagavad Gita 11.43

pitāsi lokasya carācarasya

tvam asya pūjyaś ca gurur garīyān

na tvat-samo ’sty abhyadhikaḥ kuto ’nyo

loka-traye ’py apratima-prabhāva

 

You are the Father of all that be,

The highest Guru, rare to see;

None equals you in the threefold sphere,

None stands above—no rival near.

 

My dear Lord, your supreme glory is not only that you can do anything, but also that you can love anyone—even those who reject and revile you.

O unfailing Lord, I have wandered for so long in this material existence, craving and chasing objects that glitter at first but batter and shatter in the end. In my misguided search for pleasure, I have offended you in many ways—from disregarding you and downplaying your blessings to even denying your very existence. Yet every day, countless things could go wrong and wreck my body, the basis of my present life—and yet I survive, moment after moment. That survival itself is evidence of your benevolence.

Even when I accept your existence, O ever-forgiving Lord, I rarely honor that acceptance in my living. I complain about things that do not work out the way I want them to. In the moment, those things seem huge to me; yet in the larger picture, they are small, considering all that you provide to sustain my very existence. Forgive me whenever I take you casually. Please excuse not only my neglect and my transgressions, but also my forgetfulness of you.

O supremely generous Lord, grant me moments of insight in which I can sense your greatness and kindness. May those subtle yet transformative experiences of your grace inspire and empower my heart’s longing for you.

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11.43 You are the father of this complete cosmic manifestation, of the moving and the nonmoving. You are its worshipable chief, the supreme spiritual master. No one is greater than You, nor can anyone be one with You. How then could there be anyone greater than You within the three worlds, O Lord of immeasurable power?