Shatakatraya 3_4

3_4

A ragged cloak is worn out—what of it? Or a pure white garment of woven silk—what of it?
One has a single wife—what of it? Or is surrounded by great troops of horses and elephants—what of it?
Fine food is eaten—what of it? Or poor food at the end of the day—what of it?
Unless the radiant light within has crushed the fear of existence, or even if one has great power—what of it?