As an atheist, I have often been told to keep my views on religion to myself. Mostly, I have respected this wish but every once in a while I do not. This is one such occasion because, where the Bhagavad Gita is concerned, my cowardly inability to believe in God has not come in the way of my being awed by the scope of this extraordinary poem. Sadly, I have read only translations, of which there are many. This one must rank with the better of them.