Verse 78 from Bhatrihari's Vairagya

Under Heaven, all Hymen hopes only for this

That the two it yokes coax univocal bliss

Who marry yet antagonistically think

Dead soul to dead soul but link.

Thus, Bhratrhari, or so I believed

Till today, by AI, rudely deceived

Vivek- alas!- blinded by Vivek

I too, poesy, thus forsake

By work & sex long forsaken

Till in, antarabhava, I awaken

Gandharvas- mere pheromones

 Which Love, to Life. yet loans. 

Number 78 of Bhratrhari's Vairāgya-śataka (100 couplets on retirement to the forest) is-

कामान्धान्धविवेकवर्जितधियः सन्तः कथं निन्द्यते

यद्गन्धर्वपुरं प्रपेदिरेऽपि ते दुर्गन्धमूत्राशयम् ।

यद्वा मृत्युकृतं शवं परशवेनैवोपगूढं भवेत्

कामः कस्य न मन्यते सुकृतिनोऽप्येवमन्त्यं फलम् ॥

When I was a kid it was a locus classicus for mention of a Kantian- i.e. merely pedantic- 'Amphiboly of the Concepts of Reflection'

Then came John Maynard Smith. There is an 'Evolutionarily Stable' hermeneutic strategy- even for a fucking shithead like Bhratrhari or his supposed & soi disant Vakyapadiya- such that what is poetic is conserved.

A Vivek blind to any Purushartha isn't Vivek. A Kama which burgeons, blind to Vivek, goes fucking extinct. 

Old fuckers- like me- don't give off good pheromones which is why the Gandharvas (super-smellers governing karmic ingress to the womb- or Garbha) don't decide our after life on the basis of our current sexual or 'inclusive' fitness.