Nor without receiving permission from a guest ,who stays in his house , nor while the wind blows vehemently, nor while blood flows from his body, nor when he is wounded by a weapon.

Let him not scratch his head with both hands joined, let him not touch it while he is impure, nor bathe without ,submerging it.

Asceticism doesn't lie in ascetic robes or in walking staff nor in the ashes. Asceticism doesn't lie in the earring nor in the shaven head nor blowing a conch. Asceticism lies in remaining pure amidst impurities.

I am neither a child, a young man, nor an ancient; nor am I of any caste.

I am a feather for each wind that blows

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows