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5:4 Aaththumasuddhi, Oh withess foolish heart who, turning a traitor is bent upon ruining me! Never more shall I trust you! Though you have seen the sacred ash smeared on the mighty shoulders of Civan, you did not thaw. You did not tear this body to pieces. To be ruined is your lot. I cannot bear even to hear about you. (5:33) Oh my restless mind, you will be certainly ruined! Oh you who survive after having parted from the fragrant flowery foot the unmatured Young and tender shoot-of my Owner ..Who has the full right of sway over me even to sell this dog of a slave! You have lost all bliss you had enjoyed of Him so far; I am unable to assess either your wisdom or your greatness of pride in it. (5:34) Even though you had realised in a deep melting mood our Lord Who is inscrutable to the heavenly ones but easy of access to His devotees and Who severs our wiles, dwells in us and enslaves us, yet Oh my heart you did not make of yourself a great shrine for Him. You are not hating all delusive things but are thinking of your own interest. You did not cut out your foibles and bow down at the feet of our Owner in order to gain the transcendent goal! (5:35)