Your body is as fickle as the froth on the surface of water. The Individual Soul is sitting unattached in it as a bird on a tree. The companionship of all agreeable objects is transitory. Why then, O son, do you sleep in such forgetfulness?
फेनमात्रोपमो देहे जीवे शकुनिवत् स्थिते। अनित्ये प्रियसंवासे कथं स्वपिषि पुत्रक॥