Verse 6

¹Then, as dawn came on, the wives of Madhava, their necks held by their husbands and aching at the parting ahead, cursed the cocks for crowing. ²The birds, kept from sleep by the winds off the coral-tree woods while the bees sang, cried out again and again at Krsna, like bards waking him. ³But the woman of Vidarbha, lying in her beloved's arms, could not bear that hour, lovely as it was, because it broke the embrace apart. ⁴In the hour that belongs to Brahman, Madhava rose, touched water, and with every faculty clear meditated on the self that is beyond the dark: ⁵one, shining of itself, with no second to it, never spent, standing in its own standing, its stain thrown off for good; called Brahman, whose being and whose stillness are made out through its own powers, and those powers are the causes of this world's rising and its passing away.

⁶Then, bathed in clear water as the rule directs, he put on his two cloths and did the round of the rites, the greeting of the day's joining and the rest; best of the good, he offered into the fire and, holding his speech in, muttered Brahman.