60. No enjoyment is desirable to me, nor has the gaudiness of prosperity any charm for me; when I find my life to be as transient, as the transitory glance from the side long look of an amorous woman. 61. How and where and whose help shall we seek, when O sage; we see a hundred evils and imminent death hanging every day over our heads. (_i.e._ Naught can save us from death and distress). 62. Our lives are as frail as falling leaves, upon the withered woods of our bodies; and the moisture which they used to derive from them, is soon dried up and exhausted at the end. 63. I passed my life in vain desires and expectations, and derived nothing therefrom, that is of any intrinsic good or profit to me. 64. My delusion is at last removed from me, and I see it useless to bear the burthen of my body here any longer; I find it better to place no reliance in it, than bemean ourselves by our dependence to it. 65. All prosperity is but adversity, owing to its transitory and illusive nature; therefore the wise accounting it as such, place no reliance on the vanities of this world. 66. Men are sometimes led by the directions of the sástras, and at other by their prohibitions also; as the movables are carried up and by the rising and falling waters (_i.e._ running in right or wrong directions). 67. The poisonous air of worldliness, contaminates the sweet odour of reason in the mind of man; and makes it noxious to the person, as the canker in the bosom of the bud, corrodes the future flowers. 68. The vanities of the world, are as usually taken for realities, as all other unrealities in nature are commonly taken for actualities. (The world is unreal, and all seeming realities are unreal also). 69. Men are moving about with their bodies upon earth, with as much haste as the rivers are running to the seas; thus the great mass of mankind here, are seen to be in pursuit of the sensible objects of their desire. 70. The desires of our hearts run to their objects, with as much speed as the arrow’s fly from the archer’s bow; but they never return to their seat in the heart or bow string, as our ungrateful friends that forsake us in our adversity. 71. Our friends are our enemies, as the blasts of wind that blow us away with their breath; all our relations are our bonds and fetters, and our riches are but causes of our poverty. 72. Our pleasures are (causes of) our pains, and prosperity the source of adversity; all enjoyments are sufferings (as leading to maladies), and all fondness tends at last to distaste and dislike. 73. All prosperity and adversity, tend only to our temporary joy and misery; and our life is but a prologue or prelude to our extinction or _quietus_ (nirvána). All these are the display of our unavoidable delusion. 74. As time glides along on any man, shewing him the various sights of joy and misery; the poor creature lives only to see the loss of his friends, and to repine at his hapless and helpless longevity.