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
Has 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.