Death meets one in the very midst of his affairs, before the attainment of his objects, finding one as careless as a person while plucking flowers. to my
पुष्पाणीव विचिन्वन्तमन्यत्र गतमानसम्। अनवाप्तेषु कामेषु मृत्युरभ्येति मानवम्॥