They strengthened me to do evil, to forget my Search.

I delighted in life and the lust of life.

I desired strong slopes to climb.

I cast about to find them.
I measured the strength of my body, which is evil, against the high Hills, I made a mock of thee when thy breath came short under Jamnotri.
I jested when thou wouldst not face the snow of the pass.' 'But what harm?
I was afraid.

It was just.