Verse 11

आशा यावदशेषेण न लूनाश्चित्तसंभवाः ।वीरुधो दात्रकेणेव तावन्नः कुशलं कुतः

In plain words

As long as our hopes, born of citta, are not cut down entirely, like creepers by a sickle — so long, whence could there be any well-being for us?