May the six seasons, months years and all the divisions of time confer upon you pleasure always, when you of great intelligence shall wander away into the forest in the attire of an ascetic. May the deities and demons ever minister to your happiness and may not fear proceed to you, Oh my son, from the terrible Rākṣāṣās and Piśācas intent on committing cruel deeds, and other animals living on flesh.
ऋतवश्चापि षट् चान्ये मासाः संवत्सरास्तथा। कलाश्च काष्ठाश्च तथा तव शर्म दिशन्तु ते॥ महावनेऽपि चरतो मुनिवेषस्य धीमतः। तथा देवाश्च दैत्याश्च भवन्तु सुखदाः सदा॥ राक्षसानां पिशाचानां रौद्राणां क्रूरकर्मणाम्। क्रव्यादानां च सर्वेषां मा भूत् पुत्रक भयम्॥