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 The contacts of matter, O son of Kuntî, giving cold and heat, pleasure and pain, they come and go, impermanent; endure them bravely, O Bhârata.

The man whom these torment not, O chief of men, balanced in pain and pleasure, steadfast, he is fitted for immortality.

The unreal hath no being; the real never ceaseth to be; the truth about both hath been perceived by the seers of the essence of things.