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Remember the Name, else shalt thou, O mind, regret
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When the thought of the conscious soul is bent on the practice of folly
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Let no one marvel when he hears the greatness wrought by the companionship of Sants
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See the world and they that dwell there. Thou hast no companion there
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The Days have passed, the praises left unsung
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The Life is lost without meditation upon Hari
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Maya will not be rejected: if we renounce, what can we do?
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Whither Lord, hast Thou withdrawn, after waking love in me?
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O Mind, thou shalt regret the chance once gone
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Thou art merciful, I am helpless: Thou art generous, I a beggar
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