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In plain words

"He asked me once, 'Why have you thrown off your sacred thread?' When this state came upon me, something like the storm that comes in Aswin swept over me and carried off everything, I know not where! No trace of the old ways was left. I had no outward consciousness! My cloth kept slipping off, so how was the thread to stay on! I said to him, 'If only you went mad once, you would understand!'