'Whatever thing of whatever kind' a man relinquishes, Suffering 'there from, there from' he has none. Renounce early if you seek joy; For many are the delights in store after renouncing. To be controlled are the senses five And to be given up at once are all cravings. Nature of penance is giving up everything. Else, it is a return to snares once given up. When the body itself is a burden on the way to liberation, Why carry other attachments? His is the world beyond heaven Who is free of the delusion of 'I' and 'Mine'. Sorrows will never give up its hold on those Who never give up their hold of desire. Those who give up all are saved. The rest are caught in the snare of delusion. Detachment alone severs rebirth. All else will be found transient. Cling to the one who clings to nothing; And so clinging, cease to cling.