“Behold, Nandā, the foul compound, diseased,
Impure! Compel thy heart to contemplate
What is not fair to view. So steel thyself
And concentrate the well-composèd mind.

That ponder where no Threefold Sign is seen.
Cast out the baneful bias of conceit.
Hath the mind mastered vain imaginings,
Then mayst thou go thy ways, calm and serene.”