Tonight, Gautam leaves home to seek Truth
As yet twenty-nine, with many more years before him
Having mounted the horse Kanthak, brought forth by Channa
He surrenders his sword on the banks of the river Anoma
Necklace, ring, gold ear-rings, sash are handed over
The head is shaved, locks cast away
A new birth in ocher robes, the garb of a beggar,
A bowl to accept gratefully whatever is given
All are now strangers – brothers, friends, kin
Now the life of a wanderer, in forest and hill
Then Siddharth sat in meditation with Arad
But was unable to unlock the secret of death and disease
From Udrak Ramputra he learned Ved and Upanishad
Yet the mind was restless, the quest incomplete
‘Ved and Upanishad shall not answer my questions’
Thus saying, he departed with begging bowl