How the wise ought to live

Son,
Since soon the days of mortals end
How ought the wise their lives to spend.
What course should I to duty true
My sire from youth to age pursue.

Father,
Begin the course with study score
The mind with holy vedic lore
That stage completed seek a wife
And gain the fruit of wedded life
A race of sons by rites to seal
When though art gone thy spirits weak
Then light the sacred fires and bring
The Gods a fitting offering
When age draws nigh the world forsake
Thy chosen home the forest make
And there a calm Acetic several
A war against thy passions wage
That cleansed from every earthly stain
Thou may,st supreme perfection gain.