Whatever I saw and desired, that at last
I rejected; what trust can be placed in
such things? Consider this well. I have seen
hair combed with scented oils, yet in the end it
turned gray. The body grows lean as you cherish
it, and drops lagging behind you with all its limbs.
We may offer it remedies, but none of them will
serve our turn. Shorten your life, says Tuka, and
reach Hari.
I rejected; what trust can be placed in
such things? Consider this well. I have seen
hair combed with scented oils, yet in the end it
turned gray. The body grows lean as you cherish
it, and drops lagging behind you with all its limbs.
We may offer it remedies, but none of them will
serve our turn. Shorten your life, says Tuka, and
reach Hari.