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## Chapter Sixty-Three
**773**
Behold, the entire world is enveloped in the redness of the evening sky, as if it were blushing with the tears of all beings, their eyes red from weeping, while you are lost in deep slumber. (32)
O devotee of the gods! This evening too, fading away, is following the chariot of the swiftly departing sun. Arise and offer your evening salutations. What good is sleep, O god, when it is in vain? (33)
Like the sixth kalpa, Atiduhsama, which makes the entire world one color (without distinction of caste), dark in hue, and devoid of vision (lacking the power to see), so too, this offspring of darkness spreads rapidly in all directions. (34)
See, these wild animals, endowed with the strength of their sense of smell and hearing, are approaching, guided by the scent and sound of their feet. Come, let us go to this fort, where we shall spend the night in safety. (35)
O brother! You, who used to adorn yourself with flowers, in a wondrous pavilion, and receive the homage of your kin and kings, and who, in the company of women, slept on a bed of softest cushions, adorned with pillows, and nourished by Lakshmi, are now sleeping on a stony path, served by a multitude of creatures like jackals, crows, and owls, who dwell in the caves of mountains and forests. (36-37)
You, who once delighted in amorous play with women, who were appeased by their love and who appeased them in turn, and who spent the night in the company of love, are now devoid of consciousness and spending the night. (38)
O hero! You, who used to awaken in the morning to the sweet music of beautiful women and the sound of the chanting of your devotees, are now surrounded by the silence of the night. (39)
This is because a man who knows time acts according to the needs of the moment. (40)