Much greed for show and fame has put this age to shame: The glance is bright and clear, heart's mirror, but is blear.

When zeal and zest for sight exceed their greatest height, thoughts soar to highest point and soon are out of joint.

That vernal drop of rain the state of pearl can't gain, if destined not to dwell, in lap of mother shell.

Retreat is blessed state 'bout Self gives knowledge-great Alas! This state divine, isn't found in fane or shrine.