Hearing these words, the prince shivered. His hair stood on end. He trembled with fear, as does a shocked animal fleeing from a bolt of lightning. He shook his head, “How can people find delight in the pleasures of the world when old age brings it all to ruin?” The prince told the charioteer, “Quickly turn the chariot around and go back. Knowing that old age will call for me, how can I enjoy these gardens and groves?” Obeying his command, Channa drove as fast as the wind and quickly returned to the palace.