Why do you weep and moan, my friend? You can't be touched by lust.
Why do you weep and moan, my friend? You can't be touched by greed.
Why do you weep and moan, my friend? You can't be touched by infatuation.
I'm nectarean knowledge, unchanging bliss; I'm everywhere, like space.

Tritiyodhyayah
Chapter 3, Verse 37