The deeds begotton by Ignorance are its tortoises. Those begotten by Darkness are its fishes. Wisdom forms the raft for crossing it. The affections cherished for objects of the senses are its mire. Decrepitude forms its region of grief and trouble. Knowledge, O chastiser of enemies, is its island. Acts form its great depth. Truth is its shores. Pious observances form the verdant weeds floating on its bosom. Envy forms its rapid and powerful current. The various sentiments of the heart form its mines. The various sorts of gratification are its valuable gems. Grief and fever are its winds. Misery and thirst are its powerful eddies. Painful and fatal diseases are its huge elephants. The assemblage of bones form its flights of steps, and phlegm is its froth. gifts are the pearl-banks. The lakes of blood the corals. Loud laughter forms its roars. Various sciences are its impassability. Tears are its brine. Renunciation of company forms the high refuge. Children and wives are its unnumbered leeches. Friends and kinsmen are the cities and towns on its shores. Abstention from injury, and Truth, form its boundary line. Death is its storm-wave. The knowledge of Vedanta is the island. Acts of mercy towards all creatures from its life-buoys, and Liberation is the costly article offered to those going on its waters in search of merchandise. Like its prototype with its equine head sending out flames of fire, this occan too has its fiery dread. Having got over the liability, that is so difficult to get over, of living within the gross body the Sankhyas enter into pure ether.