The more we advance, the more we find it unlimited, and finding it unlimimited, we become hopeless but we can't turn back. This is the spirit of a genuine devotee. Still, its charm is so great that I can't retreat from this entanglement. And without that, a small span of time seems like millions of years. I am trying to get it, but I can't get it, and time is passing.
Time is also infinite.
So many rivers of tears run down from my eyes over my body, but I don't find the position of success within my reach. My mind is fully vacant. I can't find any trace of my future. I have no charm, no attraction for anything else that might seem to console this diseased body. I find no possiblity of any solace from any other quarter.