On these sultry summer evenings, my husband reads to me from the Bhagavad Gita. The translation we use is by Juan Mascaro, who conveys the textual meaning with clarity and poetry. The fact that he translates from and to languages not his own is a unique feat, I think.
This verse is among my favorites: " A leaf, a flower, a fruit, some water, whoever dedicates it with love, I accept with the devotion of his soul." Andre Weil  wrote about it during his time in the slammer. In a letter to his wife he said, "If I get started on this topic, I won't finish for a year--but I can hardly amuse you by describing the walls of my cell, which are the only landscape before me now...all I have to offer Krishna is water, or now and then an orange or banana that they give me for desert; sometimes, these last few days, a young leaf, all crinkled up still, that the wind has blown onto the walk--but no flowers." (from The Apprenticeship of a Mathematician-Autobiography of Andre Weil, translated by Jennifer Gage Birkhauser.

About the Gita, Mascaro has said, "The Bhagavad Gita is a book of Light and Love, but it is above all a book of Life ... Karma is work and work is Life."