Thinking virtue as impotent, he scoffs at righteous men. Disbelieving in virtues, he at last is lost. Though bound in the noose of Varuna, he still considers himself immortal, Like a large leathern bag puffed up with wind, the sinner severs himself entirely from virtue. However, he soon disappears like a tree on the river side washed away with its very roots.
न धर्मोऽस्तीति मन्वानः शुचीनवहसन्निव॥ अश्रद्दधानश्च भवेद् विनाशमुपगच्छति। सम्बद्धो वारुणैः पाशैरमर्त्य इव मन्यते॥ महादृतिरिवाध्मातः सुकृते नैव वर्तते। ततः समूलो ह्रियते नदी कूलादिव द्रुमः॥