There cannot be any milk, O child, in the forest where there are no offspring of Surabhi. Living on the banks of rivers, or in caves or on mountainbreasts, or in shrines and other places of the kind, we pass our time in the practice of penances and the recitation of sacred Mantras, Shiva being our highest refuge. Without pleasing the boongiving, Sthanu of undecaying glory him, who has three eyes whence, O child, can one get food prepared with milk and good dresses and other objects of enjoyment in the world? Do you devote yourself wholemindedly, O dear son, to Shankara.
नास्ति पुत्र पयोऽरण्ये सुरभीगोत्रवर्जिते॥ नदीगह्वरशैलेषु तीर्थेषु विविधेषु च। तपसा जप्यनित्यानां शिवो नः परमा गतिः॥ अप्रसाद्य विरूपाक्षं वरदं स्थाणुमव्ययम्। कुतः क्षीरोदनं वत्स सुखानि वसनानि च॥ तं प्रपद्य सदा वत्स सर्वभावेन शङ्करम्।