“You may endure daggers, spears, pistols, and arrows, countless wounds from swords and lances; regard even Death himself as no more than a child— but keep ten million miles away from those sharp-edged eyes.” (33)
Stanza 34
“Stay millions of miles away, friend—do not even remember him; if the thought enters your heart, you will not remain conscious. Remain with the one who knows the pain of others; if you remain in his company, do not desire anyone else. If you long for love, then burn in love’s fire— living for a moment and dying the next. Death is acceptable, friend, but do not turn away even a little; stay millions of miles from those sharp-edged eyes.” (34)
Stanza 35
How astonishingly full of rasa, calm, and gentle they are; restless, beautiful fish twisting in delight. Noble yet wayward, compelling the heart and bringing it beneath their sway, intoxicated with love, renowned thieves of consciousness. What comparison can be fashioned for the eyes at their corners? Vaidyanatha says: they grant peace and yet inflict pain.