VERSE 47Death carries off a man who is gathering flowers and whose mind is distracted, as a flood carries off a sleeping village.
VERSE 48Death subdues a man who is gathering flowers, and whose mind is distracted, before he is satiated in his pleasures.
VERSE 49As the bee collects nectar and departs without injuring the flower, or its colour or scent, so let a sage dwell in his village.
VERSE 50Not the perversities of others, not their sins of commission or omission, but his own misdeeds and negligences should a sage take notice of.
VERSE 51Like a beautiful flower, full of colour, but without scent, are the fine but fruitless words of him who does not act accordingly.
VERSE 52But, like a beautiful flower, full of colour and full of scent, are the fine and fruitful words of him who acts accordingly.
VERSE 53As many kinds of wreaths can be made from a heap of flowers, so many good things may be achieved by a mortal when once he is born.
May all beings be happy and at peace.