Why do you weep and moan, my friend? There's no old age or death for you.
Why do you weep and moan, my friend? There's no pain of birth for you.
Why do you weep and moan, my friend? You can't be touched at all.
I'm nectarean knowledge, unchanging bliss; I'm everywhere, like space.

Tritiyodhyayah
Chapter 3, Verse 34