सुखलवविवशा द्विषेव तप्ताहृदयगतेन निजेन चेतसैव ।विधुरितधिषणा न वेत्ति सत्यंतदपि कथं परिमोहितो मुधैव
In plain words
Helpless before a mere scrap of pleasure, burned as if by an enemy — by none other than its own cetas, dwelling in the heart — its judgment shaken, it does not know the truth. And even so, how is one so utterly deluded, all in vain?