O Soul, thou hast missed all the meaning of life — why hast thou lost it so?
Fool, ceasing to serve the feet of the Lord, thou wanderest blindly like a drunken man.
Cleaving fast to the world's desires, thou hast abandoned all thy worth.
Enslaved by lust and wrath and coveting, to thine own true good thou hast paid no heed.
Wealth, wife and sons will not avail thee, upon whom thou hast relied.
Wouldst thou be freed from sin and suffering from heart-burning and pain,
Then, Girdhar Lal, seek the refuge of Hari, the Guardian of all life in the world.