Yet even in their settlement they were at odds—seeing that, I grew uneasy. Then I saw a dart there, so hard to see, stuck in the heart.

When struck by that dart, you run around in all directions. But when that same dart has been plucked out, you neither run around nor sink down.

(On that topic, the trainings are recited.) Whatever attachments there are in the world, don’t pursue them. Having pierced through sensual pleasures <j>in every way, train yourself for extinguishment.

Be truthful, not rude, free of deceit, and rid of slander; without anger, a sage would cross over the evils of greed and avarice.

Prevail over sleepiness, sloth, and drowsiness, don’t abide in negligence, A person intent on quenching would not stand for arrogance.

Don’t be led into lying, or get caught up in affection for form. Completely understand conceit, and desist from hasty conduct.

Don’t relish the old, or welcome the new. Don’t grieve for what is running out, or get attached to things that pull you in.

Greed, I say, is the great flood, and longing is the current—the basis, the compulsion, the swamp of sensuality so hard to get past.

The sage never strays from the truth; the brahmin stands on solid ground. Having given up everything, they are said to be at peace.