They are wise, who see themselves in all and all in them,
whose love for the Lord of Love has consumed every selfish desire and sense craving tormenting the heart.
Not agitated by grief or hankering after pleasure, they live free from lust and fear and anger.
Fettered no more by selfish attachments, they are not elated by good fortune nor depressed by bad.
Such are the seers...

If you keep thinking about sense objects, attachment comes.
Attachment breeds desire, the lust of possession, which when thwarted burns to anger.
Anger clouds the judgment and robs you of your power to learn from past mistakes.
Lost is the discriminative faculty and your life is utter waste.

But when you move amidst a world of sense, both from attachment and aversion freed,
then comes the peace in which all sorrows end and you live in the wisdom of the self.

The disunited mind is far from wise. How can it meditate? How be at peace?
If you know no peace, how can you know joy?
When you let your mind follow the Syren call of the senses, they carry away your better judgment
as a cyclone drives a boat off its chartered course to its doom...

As the rivers flow into the ocean, but cannot make the vast ocean overflow,
so flow the magic streams of the sense world into the sea of peace that is the sage.

They are forever free who have broken out of the Ego-cage of I and Mine, to be united with the Lord of Love.
This is the supreme state. Attain to this and pass from death to immortality.

- as translated by Eknath Easwaran in Gandhi the Man.