Chapter

 1      I|                      And whoso wrought its doom by wicked
 2     II|                     Yea! whoso, shaking off the yoke of
 3     IV|       Mix with my being. Whoso worship me,~
 4     IV|  hope, nor happiness for whoso doubts.~
 5      V|                          Whoso is fixed in holiness, self-ruled,~
 6     VI| Life-Soul contained. And whoso thus~
 7   VIII|                          Whoso hath known Me, Lord of sage
 8   VIII|  that which quickens it: whoso, I say,~
 9     IX|                      And whoso loveth Me cometh to Me.~
10     IX|                          Whoso shall offer Me in faith
11     IX|          O Pritha's Son! whoso will turn to Me,~
12   XIII|           To comprehend. Whoso, adoring Me,~
13   XIII|                          Whoso thus knows himself, and
14   XIII|                     For, whoso thus beholds, in every place,~
15    XIV|     Birth to all beings! Whoso, Kunti's Son!~
16  XVIII|                          Whoso, for lack of knowledge,
17  XVIII|                          Whoso performeth- diligent, content-~
18  XVIII|                          Whoso reads this converse o'er,~
19  XVIII|                 Yea, and whoso, full of faith,~