Desire to all, always is seed
From which ceaseless births proceed.
If long thou must, long for non-birth
It comes by longing no more for earth.
No such wealth is here and there
As peerless wealth of non-desire.
To nothing crave is purity
That is the fruit of verity.
The free are those who desire not
The rest not free in bonds are caught.
Dread desire; Virtue is there
To every soul desire is snare.
Destroy desire; deliverance
Comes as much as you aspire hence.
Desire extinct no sorrow-taints
Grief comes on grief where it pretends.
Desire, the woe of woes destroy
Joy of joys here you enjoy.
Off with desire insatiate
You gain the native blissful state.
CURBING OF DESIRE
