Verse 11
Shame on me· Verses 11–17
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11Where would his power be, or his fire, or his lordship, who ran after a woman as she walked away, kicked with her foot like a donkey? 12What use is learning, what use austerity, what use letting go, or what has been heard; what use solitude and silence, to one whose mind women have carried off? 13Shame on me, who know nothing of my own good, a fool who thought himself learned: I who, having come to lordship, was beaten by women like an ox or a donkey. 14Though I drank the liquor of Urvasi's lip for heaps of years, desire, which is born of the self, is not satisfied, any more than fire is by what is poured into it. 15A mind carried off by a loose woman: who else has the power to free it, apart from the Bhagavan beyond the reach of the senses, the lord of those who take their pleasure in the self?
16Even after the goddess had woken me with her well-spoken words, dull-witted as I am, the great delusion that has entered my mind does not go, for I have not conquered myself. 17What harm has she done me? Or a rope to a man who takes it for a snake and does not know what a rope really is? That is what I am, with my senses unconquered.