One whose mind has cooled through the
company of saints, he knows the whole
world to be a place of coolness. Whose
mind is taken over by the illness of ‘I’,
he wails and cries, is born, and dies.
One whose eyes are adorned with
collyrium of knowledge, everything is
illuminated to him. Ignorant one sees not,
in dark, wanders in illusion, confusion.
