No one in my kingdom save a Brahmacharin begs his food, and no one who lives a mendicant's life desires to be a Brahmacharin. No one but a Ritwij pours libations (of clarified butter) upon the sacrificial fire. How then have you been able to possess my soul?
नाब्रह्मचारी भिक्षावाम्भिक्षुर्वाऽब्रह्मचर्यवान् अनृत्विजा हुतं नास्ति मामकान्तरमाविशः॥