And the world with the first Bagavan.
Save they the ‘Purely Wise One’s’ feet adore.
In bliss long time shall dwell above this earthly plain.
Shall not, through every time, of any woes complain.
Affects not them the fruit of deeds done ill or well.
His, ‘Who quenched lusts that from the sense-gates five proceed’.
’Tis hard for mind to find relief from anxious pain.
’Tis hard the further bank of being’s changeful sea to attain.
Who stands, like palsied sense, is to all living functions dead.
None others reach the shore of being’s mighty main.