Verse 20

²⁰In what a thing acts, from what, when, by what, whose it is, from what cause, for what, in what way, what it is, whether lower or higher: that thing which acts and changes has its own nature and is driven, and the whole of it is your form. ²¹Maya makes the mind, which is made of works and stronger than a man, with time driving it and by the leave of the strands it has stirred. The wheel of the round of birth is made of the metres, and the unborn has set sixteen spokes in it. Unborn one, who but you could cross it? ²²Your own qualities are always mastered by your own light; you are time, and the power to put forth and take back what is put forth is in your hand. Lord, I am crushed in that wheel of sixteen spokes, thrown into it by the unborn. Mighty one, draw me near, who have come to you.

²³Mighty one, in heaven I have seen the long life and splendour and sway of all the keepers of the stations, the things this world wants. They were shaken by the mere flash of my father's brows, spread wide in an angry laugh; and now he is thrown out by you. ²⁴So, you who know, I do not want the blessings that men who wear bodies want: long life, splendour, sway over what the senses reach, up to Virinci's own. Your great might has shaken them all down. You whose self is time, take me to the side of your own servants. ²⁵Where are these blessings, sweet to hear of and shaped like a mirage, and where is this body, the seed-bed of every ailment? And a man does not tire of them, though he knows it, quieting the fire of desire with drops of honey hard to get.