Nachiketas was unmoved. He said:
These ephemeral pleasures, O Death, consume the powers of
the mortals senses. Even if they lasted all life, they are of little worth. You say
you give me these gifts, but being all limited by the death of the enjoyer, they remain
but yours though you appear to give them away, these chariots, and song and dance. 1
How can man be satisfied with wealth? Can we hold wealth
when we see you? All wealth disappears on death. We live but as long as you command it to
be. That boon alone, there fore, is worthy of being desired that I craved of you.