Free from mud and dust, the earth looks as bright and beautiful as the administration of a monarch well-versed in governance. The fish are distressed by the diminishing waters, like a foolish house-holder by the loss of his wealth.

The cloudless sky shines as bright as a devotee of Hari, who has abandoned trust in every other master. Here and there falls a light autumn shower, like those few who are fortunate enough to acquire faith in me.

Now kings and ascetics, merchants and mendicants are gladly leaving the city (kings for extending their dominions, ascetics in search of a suitable place for undertaking austerities, merchants for carrying on their trade, and mendicants for begging alms), even as men of the four orders give up their labours once they have attained to faith in Hari.

Happy indeed are the fish where the water is deep, like those who experience no hardship when they take refuge in Hari. Lovely are the lakes with their full-blown lotuses like the impersonal, attributeless Absolute become personal (i.e., endowed with qualities like mercy, omnipotence, omniscience, etc., as distinguished from the undifferentiated Absolute).

The bees are making a humming sound which possesses a unique melody of its own and the birds a charming concert of diverse sounds; the chakava is sad at heart to see the night, just as a mean man is grieved at the sight of another’s prosperity.

The cuckoo cries out in its agony of excessive thirst, like an enemy of Shankara who knows no peace. The moon by night subdues the autumn heat, just as the sight of a holy man drives away sin.

Looking up at the moon, flocks of partridges fix their gaze upon it, even as Hari’s worshippers gaze on Hari when they find him. Mosquitoes and gadflies have perished for fear of the winter frost, just as hostility to Brahmans brings ruin to a family.