Verse 19

¹⁹The moon did not shine, hidden by clouds that his own light had made bright, as the self does not shine, hidden by the sense of I that its own light has lit. ²⁰The peacocks kept festival at the coming of the clouds and cried out for gladness, as those worn down and sick of it in their houses do when the Unfallen's people come. ²¹The trees drank water with their feet and took on bodies of many kinds, thin before and worn out with austerity, as men do who go after what they want. ²²The cranes stayed on by the pools whose banks were never quiet, dear one, like village people of small mind in houses where the work never stops.

²³The dykes were broken open by the flood of water while the Lord rained, as the roads laid down by the Veda are broken in the Kali age by the false talk of heretics. ²⁴The clouds, driven by the winds, let the nectar go for living beings, as lords of men give out their blessings, season by season, when the twice-born ask them to.