Tile present age, your constant foe, like Ezrail has snatched your soul you have imbibed much care and grief pursuit of wealth your only goal.

When faced by rivals strong and brave: your heart beats fast and shakes with fear: Such life is naught but Death, in fact, when blows of life you can not.

The knowledge that this age imparts hs made forget you craze and zest, which bade the mind to keep away from pretexts that on truth didn't rest.

With free hand Nature has bestowed on you the eyes of hawk so keen; but bondage has replaced them with the eyes, of bat, devoid of sheen.

The things on which schools throw no light and keep them from your eyes concealed, go to retreats of mount and waste and get them by some Guide revealed.