Verse 34

²⁸Hear from me the song of that woman whose mind had turned away. Turning away is a sword to a man for the cords of his hoping. ²⁹Dear one, a man in whom no turning away has been born does not wish to leave the body's bondage, just as a man without understanding does not wish to leave off saying mine, king. ³⁰Look at the reach of my delusion, and how little I have mastered myself! Fool that I am, I want pleasure from a lover who is not real. ³¹There is one close beside me who delights me, who gives pleasure and gives wealth and is always here; and leaving him, in my ignorance, I have served what is worthless and gives nothing I want, but gives sorrow, fear, distress, grief and delusion.

³²How I have tormented myself for nothing by this trade of appointments, this most contemptible business, wanting money and pleasure with a self that was bought, from a man ruled by women, thirsty for gain, a man to be pitied! ³³This house, its beams and rafters made of bones, covered over with skin and hair and nails, leaking at its nine doors, filled with dung and urine: what woman but me would go to it? ³⁴In this city of the Videhas I alone am the fool, wanting another, who is not real, in place of the Unfallen, who gives himself and gives what one wants.