Those arenas covered with inertial darkness are called asurya’, without any sun. Those
people who destroy their consciousness move towards such arenas. On the shore of the sea
counting sands, my days have passed. Then I observed that dense night has come. O Lord
You did not see, did not prohibit, did not break the rope of infatuation. You have given
me plenty of wealth, making my mind full of pride. You provided me energy to serve the
afflicted, but my discriminating conscience did not arise. I wandered searching You in
darkness. I do not want any shell or sand any more. If I find close the One to Whom I
belong, when that morning would come?