32.   Time has gone by, passed without difficulty through the pleasing society of beautiful women. We are wearied through our long wanderings in the path of transmigrations. We lie on the banks of Śiva’s own river, and we invoke him with piercing cries, calling “Śiva! Śiva! Śiva!”

33.   When honour has fled, when wealth is lost, when one’s desire has departed and one has gained nothing; when one’s relations are dead, one’s friends have vanished, one’s youth has faded by degrees: then there is only one thing left for a wise man–a dwelling in a mountain cave, whose rocks are purified by the stream of the Ganges.

34.   Why, O my heart, dost thou attempt day by day to conciliate the favour of others, bringing forth no fruit of thy toil? Surely, if a purified will were in thee, all thy desires would be fulfilled, and there would be no need to pay court to other men, for thou wouldst be at rest inwardly.