Shatakatraya 3.83

3.83

Desires are indeed worn out in the heart, and that youth is gone;
alas, talents in one's limbs have proved barren of fruit without appreciative connoisseurs;
what is right to do? Swiftly approaches powerful Time, the merciless ender.
Ah, I know: there is no refuge except the pair of feet of the Slayer of Madana.