The Upanishads - Mandhata Global

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Chapter XV
The Prayer of a Dying Person
The door (real nature) of the truth (Satya Brahman) is
covered by a golden disc. Open it, O Nourisher!
Remove it so that I who have been worshipping the truth
may behold it. O Nourisher! O lone Traveller of the sky!
O Controller! O Sun! O Offspring of Prajapati! Gather
your rays. Withdraw your light. I would see through
your grace that form of yours which is the most benign.
I am indeed He, that purusha who dwells in the sun. I
am immortal. Now when my body falls may my breath
return to the all- pervading Prana! May this body,
reduced to ashes, return to the earth! Om. O Fire, who
art the symbol Om, O god of deliberations, remember,
remember all that I have done. O Fire, lead us by the
good path towards the enjoyment of the fruit of our
action. You know, O god, all our deeds. Destroy our sin
of deceit. We offer by words repeated salutations to you.
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