For the unyoked one, whose inner instrument is uncomposed, there is no understanding, no understanding whose object is the true nature of the Self. And the unyoked one has no contemplation, no firm settling upon the knowledge of the Self. For one without that settling, who does not cultivate the knowledge of the Self, there is no peace, no quieting. And for one without peace, whence happiness? The turning-away of the senses from the craving to enjoy objects, that is happiness; happiness is not what has objects for its object, for that is only pain. While craving lasts not even a scent of happiness is possible. Why does the unyoked one have no understanding? He says.
Contemporary English rendering of the Sanskrit bhāṣya, pending scholar review.