Poem 479
మనిషి పుట్టినప్పుడు అమృతపుత్రుడై జన్మించుపిదప వాసనలతోడ విషయుడగునువిషయవాంఛలతోడ విషతుల్యుడగునయాసర్వశ్రుతుల ఊట సాయి మాట.
In plain words
When man is born, he is born a child of immortality; then, with his vāsanās, he turns to the objects of the senses; with his longings for the objects of the senses he becomes like poison: Sai's word is the spring of all the Śrutis.