When goodness grows weak, when evil increases, I make myself a body.
In every age I come back to deliver the holy , to destroy the sin of the sinner, to establesh righteousness.
He who knows the nature of my task and holy birth, is not reborn when he leaves this body, he comes to me.
Flying from fear, from lust and anger, he hides in me, his refuge and safety. Burnt clean in the blaze of my being. In me many find home.
- Bhagavad Gita