Forsooth, my mind, divested of happiness and full of misery, is firin or else why is it not broken in sunder like to the summit of a hill clapped by a thunderbolt.
मिदं तु नूनं हृदयं स्थिरं मे। विदीर्यते यन्न सहस्रधाद्य वज्राहतं शृङ्गमिवाचलस्य॥