Why should everything that seemed beautiful in days of happiness seem to-day so ugly?
Those long slender moonbeams by which the heart was wont to be refreshed, why did they now seem so glaring?
The sky is to-day as blue, the clouds as white, the stars as bright, the wind as playful; the animal creation, as ever, rove at will.

Man is as smiling and joyous, the earth pursues its endless course, family affairs follow their daily round.

The world's hardness is unendurable.

Why did not the earth open and swallow up Nagendra in his palanquin?
Thus thinking, Nagendra perceived that he was himself to blame for all.

He had reached his thirty-third year only, yet he had lost all.
God had given him everything that makes the happiness of man.