This life floats in the ocean of life.
How many swings on the edge of death.
As a silent witness to how many sunrises and sunsets.
Sadness rides on the raft of happiness towards eternity.
Wake up from the dream and stand before the storm, O sacrificer.
Wake up, O renouncer, wake up, O Yogi, from dreams.
The time that flows today is no more.
Find yourself in the darkness of desire.
You are a wayfarer who has forgotten the name of the world.
Behind the mirage.
Why turn around and die?
Repeatedly turn around and freeze in the darkness.
Today, go through many difficult paths with your own mind and go to your Niketan.
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