श्वोभावा मर्त्यस्य यदन्तकैतत्सर्वेन्द्रियाणां जरयन्ति तेजः ।अपि सर्वं जीवितमल्पमेव तवैव वाहास्तव नृत्यगीते ॥ २६ ॥
In plain words
These things of uncertain tomorrow wear away the vigour of all the senses of a mortal, O ender of life. Even all of life is but little -- let your steeds remain yours, and your dance and song remain yours.