For if the roots hold firm, A felled tree grows up again. If desires are not uprooted, Sorrows grow again in you. And they will sweep you away. They flow everywhere. Pull it out by the roots.
Pleasures flow everywhere.
You float upon them And are carried from life to life. Like a hunted hare you run, The pursuer of desire pursued, Harried from life to life. Give up desire, Shake off your chains. You have come out of the hollow Into the clearing. The clearing is empty.