Lost

Whenever what is right decays, something rises to meet it. Read structurally rather than theologically: the text asserts that collapse is not the end of the pattern.

यदा यदा हि धर्मस्य ग्लानिर्भवति भारत
अभ्युत्थानमधर्मस्य तदाऽऽत्मानं सृजाम्यहम्

Whenever what is right declines and what is wrong rises up, then I bring myself forth.

Yoga-kṣhemam vahāmyaham — I carry what they need. One of the plainest promises in the book, and notably about provision rather than reward.

अनन्याश्चिन्तयन्तो मां ये जनाः पर्युपासते
तेषां नित्याभियुक्तानां योगक्षेमं वहाम्यहम्

Those who think of nothing else and worship me constantly — for them, always steady, I carry what they need.

To those steadily turned toward it, understanding is given. Direction arrives from the practice, not before it — which is unwelcome news if you were waiting for clarity first.

तेषां सततयुक्तानां भजतां प्रीतिपूर्वकम्
ददामि बुद्धियोगं तं येन मामुपयान्ति ते

To those constantly steady, who worship me with love, I give the understanding by which they come to me.

Nothing already done is lost. When you cannot see forward, it helps to know the ground behind you has not disappeared.

नेहाभिक्रमनाशोऽस्ति प्रत्यवायो न विद्यते
स्वल्पमप्यस्य धर्मस्य त्रायते महतो भयात्

On this path no effort is wasted and no step is lost. Even a little of it saves you from great fear.