This is probably Isherwood’s literary masterpiece, unrecognized because Westerners are uncomfortable with the Bhagavad-Gita (and for good reason – it’s an epic poem narrated by God that endorses wholesale slaughter). Judging from the portrait of Swami Prabhavananda in My Guru and His Disciple (Isherwood’s second-best book) the renunciate wrote none of the actual text, just helped with clarifying the Sanskrit and fine-tuning the theology. Isherwood loves Vedanta, and gives his cynical English intellect a rest to lay out soul-awakening paragraphs like:
You find yourself in this transient, joyless world. Turn from it, and take your delight in me. Fill your heart and mind with me, adore me, make all your acts an offering to me, bow down to me in self-surrender.
Not “bow to me,” but “bow down to me,” which is much more satisfying sonically, an interior rhyme, plus it directs your attention down, not up. The Bhagavad-Gita inhabits the earth, for all its cosmic ecstasies. God is a chariot-driver. (In Western religion, we do not picture the Deity driving a cab.)
Also, “bow down to me in self-surrender” is a little surprise. Not “surrender,” but “self-surrender.” Which is a pun; in Vedanta, you surrender to the Self, the Atman, which is the God inside you. You both surrender your self and surrender to your Self. Plus it doesn’t sound servile, like “bow to me in surrender.” “Bow down to me in self-surrender” is an elegant act of will, not a capitulation.
[Believe it or not, I opened to that passage by chance.]