Guest guest Posted May 6, 2008 Report Share Posted May 6, 2008 MISCELLANEOUS As long as I live, I cannot violate the promise given to the ascetics. I may give up my life or even Sita as well as Lakshmana, but I cannot be false to a vow made to a devotee. Our predicament is not different from that of the deer that runs from horizon to horizon in search of water led on by the sight of mirage at a distance. Even while perfectly aware of the deception of the senses, we are like fools behaving like their slaves. Smiles and tears, decrepitude and death eternally recur. Our lot is to pine away like a cluster of plants battered by random gusts of wind, and all this is due to the object of enjoyments of no worth. Men, devoid of intelligence, fail to realise this position. These worldly enjoyments are as fleeting as the streak of lightning emerging from the clouds. When you dream of something, it seems real as long as the dream lasts. Similarly, to a man who always thinks of the senses and the pleasures derived therefrom, this world seems real. Contd... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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