Breaking through the door of the sun one goes up outward....
The one who, lamp-like, rests in the heart
Has endless rays,
White and black, brown and blue,
Tawny and faintly red.
A single one of these, set above,
Breaks through the circle of the sun,
And gains the world of Brahman.
By it folk go to the highest born.
It has another hundred rays
Arrayed above
By which one wins the very own homes
Of the troops of gods.
Below them, it has rays of many forms,
Faintly glowing.
By them here the powerless one
Wanders round to experience his actions.
So the blessed sun is the cause of creation, heaven, and release.
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