The happiness that is born of the contact of the senses with their objects, which at the outset, in its first moment, is like nectar, but in its ripening is like poison, because it brings about the loss of strength, vigour, beauty, insight, wit, wealth, and zeal, and because it leads to demerit and to the hell and the rest that demerit brings, so that at the end of its enjoyment it is like poison, that happiness is held to be of rajas.
Contemporary English rendering of the Sanskrit bhāṣya, pending scholar review.