A mirage appears as genuineness itself; the mania of the false breaks its own heart in pursuit. Knowing all this, why do you still destroy yourself? Think about your welfare right now, without delay. Only stored merit accompanies you as escort; your conduct alone gives its fruit. Says Tuka, in the end the procession goes only as far as the cremation ground, and the consequences of your deeds cling to you like measles erupting on the skin.