They wear and eat the gifts from the Lord; how can laziness help them, O mother?
Turn him into a eunuch that wears his hair dressed, and into one that wears a hood! Then Indra with a pair of stones shall break his testicles both!
The monks have tried everything and failed; the virtuous have grown weary of singing God's Glories.
The string of life is wearing thin, day and night, and you have done nothing for your soul. Doing your deeds, you have grown old; your voice fails you, and your body has become weak.
TODAY the student-world is tossed in confusion; not only in confusion but in downright insanity. They wear white clothing; but the hearts are still dark.
Wear this attire for your own welfare! Thou are the protector of humans from destruction! May you live like this for one hundred years 'weaving' the clothes of 'Wealth' and 'Nourishment'!
The forest-dwellers have grown weary of wandering in the forests; following the Guru's Teachings, see your Husband Lord within your heart.
As the best of the plants thou art reputed, O herb, turn this man for me to-day into a eunuch that wears his hair dressed!