O Śveta, you did only look to the growth of your person when you did perform rigid penances. O you of a great mind, nothing grows, when nothing is sown. You did only perform ascetic penances, but you did not make any gift of charity. It is for that reason, O my son, that you are, even in heaven, being assailed by hunger and thirst.
स्वशरीरं त्वया, पुष्टं कुर्वता तप उत्तमम्। अनुप्तं रोहते श्वेत न कदाचिन्महामते॥ दत्तं न तेऽस्ति सूक्ष्मोऽपि तप एव निषेवसे। तेन स्वर्गगतो वत्स बाध्यसे क्षुत्पिपासया॥