Just as a drop of water does not rest on a greasy pitcher and no seed grows in a saline soil.
Just as silk cotton tree is bereft of fruit on this earth, and just as a poisonous tree causes much trouble to the people.
Just as a bamboo tree acquires no fragrance despite living near a sandalwood tree, and just as the air blowing over filth acquires the same bad odour.
Similarly being like a greasy pitcher, saline land, silk cotton tree, bamboo tree and filth-polluted air, the sermon of the True Guru does not pierce my heart (it creates no ambrosial elixir). On the contrary, it feels as if a snake has just taken swati.