Total absence of provisions and non-chalance in that respect are the main traits, nay, a sort of coverlet of these ascetics. Sometimes they are on the back of a pedigree horse (i.e. high hopes) and sometimes they move on foot (i.e. are crest-fallen). These holy men swim in the sea (of this world) like a float without fear of submergence. Even when a crocodile (i.e. the worldly misfortune) catches hold of them, they remain silent and submit to it patiently till death. (They are apathetic to the worldly vicissitudes.)

In sheets of no desire enveloped,
Sometime on horse-back, sometimes on foot Like a float in world's ocean they swim Even in crocodile's mouth, of complaint they give no hint.