1.170.1
न नू॒नमस्ति॒ नो श्वः कस्तद् वे॑द॒ यदद्भु॑तम् | अ॒न्यस्य॑ चि॒त्तम॒भि सं॑च॒रेण्य॑मु॒ताधी॑तं॒ वि न॑श्यति ||
NAUGHT is to-day, to-morrow naught. Who comprehends the mystery? We must address ourselves unto another's thought, and lost is then the hope we formed.
Naught is today, tomorrow naught. Who comprehends the mystery? We must address ourselves unto another's thought, and lost is then the hope we formed.
Ná nūnám ásti nó śváḥ—Indra's startling apophatic opening on time's emptiness and the risk of depending on another's citta. Mystery (ī́ḍya/guhya) precedes reconciliation narrative.
Confront impermanence before bargaining. Outsourcing your hope to another's mood can erase formed intention—own the mystery.