Verse 48

⁴⁵Ah, master, dear one, you who knew dharma, kind, tender to those who have no one: you being killed, we are killed too, and your house and your children with us. ⁴⁶Bull among men, this city, parted from you who were its husband, has no beauty left, any more than we have; its festivals and its auspicious rites are over. ⁴⁷You did a heavy harm to beings who had done nothing at all. And so you have been brought to this. Who that does violence to beings ever finds peace? ⁴⁸For he is the coming to be and the going out of all beings here, and their keeper; and a man who thinks lightly of him never thrives in comfort anywhere.