Verse 47

⁴⁷The sages girt with the wind, wanderers who draw their seed upward, at peace, renouncers, stainless, go to that abode of yours called Brahman. ⁴⁸But we, great yogin, wandering here on the roads that works lay down, will cross the darkness that is hard to cross by talk of you, and by the company of those who are yours. ⁴⁹Remembering and praising aloud the things you have done and said, your walk, your open smiles, your glances, your teasing, all of it a mimicking of the world of men. ⁵⁰Spoken to in this way, king, the Bhagavan, son of Devaki, answered Uddhava, his dear servant, who was turned to him alone.