हिन्दी
I bow to the Brahman, who is perfect in the ten directions and all the three times, who is eternal, who is the form of consciousness, who can be known by one's own experience, who is calm and radiant.
Those who are learned are full of envy; Those who are rich are proud of their wealth; Apart from these, the other people are ignorant; That's why scholarly thoughts, beautiful essays or excellent poetry get destroyed in the body itself.
I do not see true well-being accruing from actions repeated life after life in this world. On deep thought, I find it fearsome this collection of merits. By this great store of merits further enjoyments can be procured. Attachment to pleasures only brings more misery.
Digging the earth for wealth, smelting the rocks for precious metals, crossing the oceans, labouring to keep in favour of kings, chanting incantations with a totally absorbed mind in cremation sites - brought me not even a broken piece of a glimmering shell. Oh Desire! therefore, remain contented.
Travelling across many difficult and dangerous places brought me no wealth; giving up pride of lineage, I have served the rich in vain, without self-respect, in others' homes; I have craved and eaten like crows in others' homes; and still, oh Desire! instigator of wicked deeds, you prosper and even then remain unsatisfied.
Enduring somehow in servility the talk of the wicked; holding back tears; smiling with a vacant mind; bowing low to wealthy but stupid people; oh, insatiable Desire! What other futile deeds would you have me dance in?
With the rising and setting of the sun, the life of human beings decreases everyday. Time flies by, but because of being busy in business, he doesn't seem to be running away. Seeing people being born, growing old, suffering from calamities and dying, they are not afraid. It is known from this that the world is getting intoxicated by the intoxication of illusion and debauchery.
Distressed, misery written on her face, constantly tugged at her worn-out clothes by hungry, crying children - if one were to see such a wife, what wise person, smitten with hunger, with a choked and faltering voice, would say "Give me", fearing refusal of his entreaty?
With desires receding, even much respect of many droppings away, dear friends close to my heart fleeing to heaven, standing up slowly with the help of a stick, eyesight darkened by cataracts - even then the body in its stupidity, wonders at the prospect of death!
The creator made the food of the air available without violence, without industry, the livelihood of the snakes, told the animals to eat grass and sleep on the ground; But the people who can cross the Bhavsagar (cosmic ocean) by the power of their intelligence, made their livelihood such that in search of which all their qualities end up, but they are not found.
We didn't meditate on the feet of God, as per the method, to cut the bondage of the world; We didn't even accumulate the dharma that would open the doors of heaven and we didn't embrace the hard journeys even in our dreams. We have become axes to cut down the forest of our mother's youth.
We have not enjoyed mundane pleasures, but ourselves have been devoured by desires. We have not performed austerities, but got scorched ourselves, nevertheless; time is not gone but we approach the end. Desires do not wear out, only we ourselves are struck down by senility.
Forgiving out of weakness, giving up comforts of the home out of lack of fulfilment, tolerating the unbearable cold, wind, heat, without fulfilling austerities, thinking of riches day and night with intense energy but not on Shiva's feet, thus, have we performed the actions of the ascetic recluse, but devoid of the benefits.
Face covered with wrinkles, the head painted white with grey hair, the limbs feeble, and yet Desire alone stays youthful.
The piece of sky covered by the moon spends the night, the sun spends the day covering the same. What is the misery of these two!
Sensual pleasures will surely leave us sometime, even if they stay with us for a long time. Then, what difference does it make if the people discard them by their own choice? The mind is sorely afflicted if pleasures leave us of their own accord. However, if people renounce them voluntarily, such self-control gives infinite bliss.
When knowledge arises, then peace is attained. With the attainment of peace, the craving goes on calming down, but the same craving increases enormously due to the contact with the objects. It means that the craving can never be satisfied by the subjects. By touching the hard legs of the beauty, the lust increases, it does not decrease. Even Devraj Indra cannot give up the dilapidated wealth.
A lean-eared and lame dog, without ears and tail, in whose wounds blood is flowing, in whose body worms are writhing, who is hungry and old, who has a pot around his neck - runs behind the bitch. Kamdev (God of Lust) kills even the dead.
For eating I have tasteless food once a day, after begging of alms; the earth for a bed, and my own body as a servant; for dress, a blanket made from hundreds of rags; and yet alas! sensual desires do not leave me!
The poets give such metaphors as golden vessels to the breasts which are but two lumps of flesh; the mouth, seat of phlegm and mucus, are compared to the moon; the loins, outlet for wet urine, are likened to the forehead of an elephant; thus, glorifying the human form that is always contemptible.
Out of ignorance, the kite falls on the flame of the lamp and is consumed; because it does not know its outcome; Similarly, a fish also loses its life by flesh on a thorn, because she does not know about the destruction of her life. But we do not give up the desire of disaster-oriented subjects even knowingly well. How astonishing is the glory of attachment!
There is abundance of fruits to eat, sweet water to drink, tree bark to wear; Then why should we tolerate the words of the wicked who are intoxicated with money?
There were some big-hearted people who created this world in ancient times; There were some who held this world on their arms; There were some who won the whole earth and then donated it to others considering it as insignificant; And there are others who follow the fourteen Bhuvans. What shall we say about those who, being the owners of a few villages, become intoxicated with the fever of pride?
If you are the king, then we are also bigger by the pride of knowledge learned from the service of the Guru. If you are famous for your wealth and glory, then the poets have spread the fame of our learning all around. O one who defames, there is not much difference between you and us. If you don't look at us, we don't care about you either.
Hundreds of thousands of kings went to this earth calling it their own, but it did not belong to anyone; Then why do the kings boast of being its masters? It is a matter of sadness, that small kings get puffed up with pride by being the owner of the smallest piece! Fools are happy instead of what should be sad.
Neither we are a dancer or a juggler, nor we are a dancer-singer, neither we know how to gossip, nor we know how to bind the destruction of others, nor we are breast-heavy women; Then why did they start asking for us here? We don't have even one of these things, then how can we enter the Raj Sabha (gemot)? There they are asked – only they are respected – who fulfil their desires.
In earlier times, learning was only for those who wanted peace of mind by getting rid of mental troubles. After this it turned to those who seek happiness in subjects. Now the kings do not want to listen to the scriptures at all; They have turned away from him; That's why she goes to the abyss day by day. This is very sad.
In ancient times, there were such men, whose skulls were made into garlands and Shiva himself wore them around his neck for adornment. Now there are such people, who are getting hot from the fever of pride, getting respect from those who salute for their livelihood.
If you are the master of money, then we are the master of speech. If you are brave in fighting, then we are skilled in breaking the fever of our opponents by arguing with them. If you are served by money-lovers or money blind, then those who want to destroy ignorance-darkness, serve us to listen to the scriptures. If you don't need us at all, then we don't need you at all. Come on, let's go too.
When I knew little, I was blinded by intoxication like an elephant; I used to think that I am omniscient. When I came to know something from the company of the wise; Then I realized that I do not know anything. My false passion went down like a fever.
The youth that befits women laden with jewels is gone; And we got tired of running after the subjects for ever and ever. Now we will chant Shiva-Shiva, condemning (seductive women) on the holy Jahnavi shore.
When there is no respect among people; Money gets destroyed; Beggars starts going back empty; Brothers, women and sons and relatives die; Then the wise should settle in the corner of the cave of such a mountain, whose stones are being purified by the water of Ganges.
O dirty mind! Why do you keep on pleasing other people's hearts? If you leave the craving and satisfy, stay satisfied in yourself, then you yourself become Chintamani Swarup (One who's meditative thoughts are renowned). Then which of your wishes is not fulfilled?
There is fear of disease in the enjoyment of sensual pleasures; in lineage, fear of decline; in riches, fear of kings; fear of humiliation in honour; fear of enemies when in power; fear of old age in beauty; in learning, fear of disputants; in virtue, fear of the wicked; in body, fear of death. All facets of man's life on earth engender fear; renunciation alone is fearless.
For fickle souls like drops of water on a lotus leaf; What things have we not done without considering good and bad? We have even committed the sin of brazenly glorifying our virtues in front of people intoxicated with wealth.
Hey brother! How sad! Earlier, what kind of king used to rule here, what was his army, what was the group of his princes, how was his royal assembly, what kind of moon-like women were there, what good story tellers were in his place! The Kaal (Time) under whose control all of them are, who is such a strong, who has made them all dreamlike, I bow to that strong Kaal only.
Those from whom we were born, it has been a long time since they left this world; The people we grew up with have also left this world. Now our condition is also becoming like that of the trees on the banks of the sandy river, which keep falling down day by day leaving their roots.
In the house where earlier there were many people, now only one is left. In the house where there was one, there were many, but in the end not even one remained. It is known from this that Kaal Devta (Time), along with his wife Kali, is playing in the quadrangle in the form of the world, by rolling the dice day and night and making pieces of the creatures of this world.
We do not understand what we should do in this short life, i.e., we should sit on the banks of the Ganges and do penance, or serve virtuous women with love, or drink the nectar of Vedanta Shastra or drink poetry.
Aha! When will those days of happiness come, when we will sit on the banks of the Ganges, on the rocks of the Himalayas, sitting on the padmasan, closing our eyes as per the rules, meditating on Brahma, engrossed in yoga sleep and the old deers will be fearless, rubbing body with us, removing the itching of their body?
When will the time come when we will be sitting happily on such a place of the holy Ganges which will be shining in the moonlight and in the night, when all the noise will stop, with eyes full of tears of joy, tired of the sorrows of the world, we will be chanting the almighty Shiva?
May Mahadev be our only God, Jahnavi be our river, a cave be our home, direction be our clothes, time be our friend, not being humble in front of anyone should be our friend, why say more, banyan tree should be our better half.
See, Ganga ji fell from heaven on Shivji's head; from his head on the Himalaya Mountains; from the Himalayas to the earth; and fell from the earth into the sea. It is known from this, that there are hundreds of ways of downfall of those who lack discretion.
Hope is a river, it has water in the form of desire; Trishna (desire) is the waves of that river, love its crocodiles, arguments or arguments are its birds, infatuation is its whirlpool; Worry is its edge; That river of hope is about to topple the tree of patience; For this reason, it is very difficult to cross it. The pure Yogeshwar (Master of Yoga) who goes beyond it; They enjoy great pleasure.
Oh brother! I roamed all over the world and searched in all the three worlds; But I have neither seen nor heard such a man, who can control his mind like an intoxicated elephant running after an elephant to satisfy his lust.
Those who grovel before the rich, and those given to meanness with their reason satisfied with mere sensual pleasures, may I recall their days of plight with an inner smile, while lying down on a stone-bed in a mountain-cave, during lulls in-between meditation.
Neither did we study flawlessly, nor did we earn money; Neither did we serve our parents with a calm mind, nor did we hug long-eyed women even in our dreams. What did we do after coming into this world was like crows who stare at other people's pieces?
Relinquishing everything (or when everything is destroyed) with a compassionate heart, considering the world and the objects of the world as immaterial, considering only Shiva's feet as our savior, when will we spend nights sitting in a sacred forest in the autumn moonlight?
We are content to wear the bark of trees; You are satisfied with Lakshmi (Wealth). Our satisfaction is equal to yours, there is no difference. He is poor, who has thirst in his heart. Who is rich and who is poor when there is satisfaction in the mind? That is, for resigned, both the rich and the poor are equal.
Self-controlling life, eating without asking, company of friends who have courage in adversity, reading and listening to scriptures that tell the tricks to control the mind and steadying the restless mind - we don't know, by what pre-penance these results are achieved?
He alone is praiseworthy, he alone is blessed, he alone has cut off the root of dharma – who do not understand the need of any vessel other than their own hands, who go around asking for alms, who consider countries and directions as their wide clothes, who like to live alone, who hate lowliness and who have satisfied themselves in the soul.
It is difficult to please the owner. The hearts of kings are fickle like horses. Here our desires are very heavy; On the other hand, we are desirous of a very heavy position – salvation. Old age destroys the body and death destroys life. That's why friend! For the wise, in this world, there is no other path to betterment than penance.
Sensual pleasures are as fickle as the flash of lightning in the clouds. Life can collapse as easily as the drop of water on the edge of a lotus leaf swayed by the wind. Fickle are the longings in youth. Quickly realising this, let the wise ones engage their minds in equanimity, attained easily by courage.
Wandering in holy places or extensive forests, whose outskirts are grey with smoke of fires tended by priests expert in rituals; a begging bowl in hand covered with a white cloth; entering from door to door to appease the distressing hunger by filling the stomach and sustaining the energy, is preferred by a self-respecting person to being a beggar among his compeers every day.
Is this a Chandal (who eat dogs) or a Brahmin? Is he a Shudra or an ascetic? Is this philosopher Yogeshwar (Master of Yoga)? Yogis are neither angry nor happy even after hearing many such doubts and logical statements from people; They go on their way with a careful mind.
Hey friend! Blessed are those men, who spend beautiful and lovely nights in the forest under a sky whitened by the moonlight of the autumn moon, who have cut off the bondage of the world, who have got rid of the terrible snake-like objects from their conscience and who consider good deeds as their protector.
O mind! Now take rest, don't work hard in search of subjects for the enjoyment of senses; Strive for inner peace, which will lead to welfare and destroy sorrows; Leave the fickle movement like a wave; Don't take any more pleasure in worldly things, because they are worthless and perishable. It is futile to say much, now consider happiness in your own soul.
Now, accepting lovingly the sacred roots and fruits for sustenance and the earth covered with fresh leaves of branches for a bed, let us go forth to the forest, where people whose minds are mean and devoid of discretion, and who always talk excruciatingly of the afflictions of wealth, are not even heard from.
O mind! Leave your attachment and fall in love with Lord Shiva, who wears the crescent moon on his head, and take rest under the trees on the banks of the Ganges. See! No faith in the steadiness of water, water bubbles, lightning, flame of fire, woman, snake and river flow, because all these seven are fickle.
O mind! Clever singers sing in front of you, listen to the poetry of the best poets of the Deccan country on the right-left, behind you there is the sweet tinkling of the bangles of beautiful women who play the drums, if such things are available to you, then engross in the taste of the world; Otherwise, leave everyone's attention and get engrossed in Nirvikalp Samadhi.
O wise ones! Avoid the company of women, because the happiness that comes from their company is temporary. You confluence with the bride in the form of friendship, compassion and wisdom. At the time when you will be punished in hell, at that time the breasts decorated with the necklaces of the girls and the waist decorated with curly belts will not help you.
Ah! knowledge of Reality gained by discrimination through purified intellect must be difficult. For it results from the absolute renunciation of desires which wealth enabled them to enjoy. The same obtained in the past or present, or to be obtained in the future, we are unable to renounce, though they remain as mere longings.
Not doing violence to any living being, not stealing someone else's property, speaking the truth, donating according to one's ability at the right time, remaining silent in the discussion of other women, being humble in front of teachers, having compassion for all living beings and having equal faith in different scriptures - all these are sure ways to attain eternal happiness.
O Mother Lakshmi! Now find someone else, don't desire me; Now I have no desire for sensual pleasures; You are worthless in front of desireless people like me. Because now I have resolved to live with sattu (type of food) of alms.
Earlier, we had such a close relationship with you that, because you were there, I was there, and I was there because you were there. Now what is the difference, that I am me and you are you?
O Girl! Now why do you shoot arrows of sarcasm at me with your half-open eyes from flirtation? Now you stop the vision that creates lust; You will not get any benefit from this hard work of yours. We are not the same now. Our youth is gone. Now we have decided to live in the forest and have given up attachment; Now we consider sensual pleasures to be worthless than grass.
Why does this little woman repeatedly do sarcasm at me with eyes more beautiful than the beauty of Neelkamal? I don't understand what this means. Now my fascination has gone away - the flame of fire that came out from the flower arrows of lust has become calm. It is surprising that even till now this foolish girl does not desist from her efforts.
Were there not the best palaces for the sages to live in, were there not the best songs to listen to, were there not the pleasure of the company of lovely women, that they went to live in the forests? Yes, everything was; But he left this world thinking it to be fickle like the shadow of a lamp moved by the wind produced by the wings of a falling kite; Or he left the world like a foolish kite, which, moving in the shade of a lamp swayed by the wind, burns its tail and burns it to ashes, seeing the world destroying itself.
Have the roots and herbs from the caves gone out of existence, or have the streams disappeared from the mountains, or have the trees yielding succulent fruits on their branches and barks from their trunks been destroyed, which would lead these wicked folks, destitute of good breeding, to show their faces, with eyebrows dancing like wind-blown creepers due to arrogance of laboriously earning their Meager livelihood?
Will the Himalayan ranges, cooled by the fine spray from the waves of the Ganges, and with the beautiful rocky plateaus habited by celestial musicians, dissolve and disappear, prompting people to disgrace themselves by depending on others for their livelihood?
When Sumeru Mountain falls due to the fire of holocaust; Even seas dry up where crocodiles live; Even the earth crushed by the feet of the mountains perishes; Then what is the count of a man fickle like the core of an elephant's ear?
Hey Shiva! When will I be lonely, desireless and peaceful? When will the hand be my vessel and when will the directions be my clothes? When will I be able to uproot the roots of karma?
What if humans got Lakshmi (wealth) who fulfils all their desires? What if the enemies are promoted? What if money is used for the sake of friends? What if I stay in this world with this body even for a cycle (yuga)?
What if he wore a skullcap made of rags? What if he wears pure white clothes or wears Pitambar (yellow dress)? What if there is only one woman? What if there were many women along with many elephants and horses? What if you eat different types of dishes or eat simple food in the evening? No matter how much glory one gets, but if one does not know the light of self-knowledge that liberates the world, then one has achieved nothing and has done nothing.
There should be devotion to Sadashiv, there should be fear of birth and death in the heart, there should be no affection in the family, thoughts of lust should be away from the mind and without any contamination, we should live in the forest – if we have these qualities, then what other quietness should we ask from God?
For that, humans! Meditate on the Eternal, Immortal, Imperishable and Peaceful Brahman. What is kept in false nets? Those who get even a little bit of the joy of Brahma, in their eyes the joy of worldly kings looks insignificant.
Oh mind! Because of your fickleness you enter the underworld, go beyond the sky, roam in ten directions; But even by mistake you do not remember that Pure Param brahma (Consciousness), who is present in your heart only, by remembering whom you can get bliss - salvation!
If the wisest of creatures know that day and night are exactly as before; Yet they run after the same occupations (work), they used to run before. Those people are engaged in the same works, from which they get temporary and repeated benefits, which they have said and enjoyed again and again. It is a matter of wonder, that humans do not feel ashamed!
Like kings and emperors, sages sleep happily considering the earth as their comfortable bed. His arm is his cuddly pillow, the sky is his sheet, the friendly is his fan, the moon is his lamp, detachment is his woman; That is, with a woman in the form of detachment, they rest happily like kings with the above things.
Oh soul! If you have got the knowledge of that Brahma, in front of whom the kingdom of all the three worlds seems insignificant; So, don't desire enjoyments for food, clothes and respect; Because that enjoyment is the best and eternal; Compared to that, the bliss of the kingdom of Triloki (three worlds) is nothing.
What is the benefit of reading the Vedas, Smritis, Puranas and other great scriptures and performing various rituals other than getting a cottage place in heaven? Except the attempt to enter the fort of Brahmanand (eternal bliss), which is like a fire in cutting the bonds of the world, rest of work is the work of the traders.
The world cannot tempt the one who is thoughtful, the one who knows the universe. The ocean doesn't rise when the fish jumps.
As long as we had ignorance-darkness born of lust, till then we used to see the whole world as female. Now we have taken the wisdom of knowledge, this has made our vision equal. Now we see all the three Bhuvan (lokas - worlds) as Brahmarupas (consciousness).
The rays of the moon, the frames of green grass, the meeting of friends, the poems of Shringar Rasa, the face of the beloved with tears of anger - all these used to fascinate our mind earlier; But ever since we understood the impermanence of the world, we do not like all these.
Such an ascetic is rare, who eats by begging, who lives in his own people and does not get attached to them, who leads his life independently, who has given up the practice of giving and taking, who covers the pile of rags lying on the way, who does not care about honour, who does not have pride and who considers the happiness of Brahma Gyan (knowledge) as happiness.
O Mother Earth! Father Vayu (air)! Friend fast (fasting)! kinsman water! Brother Akash (space)! Now I bow to you the last farewell. With your company I did good deeds and as a result of good deeds, I got self-knowledge, which destroyed my worldly attachment. Now I merge in Parabrahma (supreme consciousness).
As long as the body is in good condition, old age is far away, the power of the senses remains, the days of life are left, till then the wise should try his welfare well. What is the use of digging a well when the house is on fire?
We did not study in this world the knowledge that satisfies the humble and praises the litigants, did not take our fame to heaven by cutting the back of the head of an elephant with the edge of the sword; Didn't even drink the juice of Sundari's (beautiful woman) soft adhar-pallav (lower lip) in the moonlight night. Alas! Our youth was wasted like a lamp that burns in an empty house and gets extinguished on its own!
In good people, knowledge destroys their pride etc.; But in the wicked, the same knowledge increases the virtues of pride. Solitude is a liberating place for yogis; But same is the one who increases the lust of the weak.
Our desires have become dilapidated in our heart, our youth has also gone, our good qualities have also become useless due to lack of appreciation, the all-powerful, apocalyptic time (death) is fast approaching us; That's why now in our understanding there is no other place for our protection except at the feet of Shiva.
When the mouth is parched with thirst, a person drinks cool and sweet water; when smitten with hunger the person eats rice, flavoured with meat et cetera.; when afire with passion, he embraces the wife with great firmness; thus, joy is the remedying of these diseases (thirst, hunger, lust), and yet how much distress in these remedies!
Hey Shiva! Bathing in the Ganges offering holy fruits and flowers to you, worshiping you, sitting on a rock in a mountain cave, absorbed in your own soul, eating forest fruits, meditating on your feet as per the Guru's orders, when will I get rid of these worldly sorrows?
I consider him as God, who does not bow his head before anyone, who considers the rock of the mountain as his bed, who considers the cave as his home, who considers the barks of trees as his clothes and wild deer as his friends, who calms the fire of generosity with the soft fruits of trees, who drinks water from natural springs and who considers learning as his soul.
O dear friend wisdom! The way a potter mounts a lump of wet clay on a wheel and repeatedly rotates the wheel with a stick and prepares utensils according to his wish; In the same way, Brahma, the creator of the world, by putting our mind on the wheel of worry, continuously rotating the wheel with the rod of calamities, we do not understand what he wants to do with us?
Although I do not see any difference between Vishweshwar Shiva and Sarvatman Vishnu; Yet my mind bows down to those on whose head the young moon sits; That means I want Shiva only.
Hey Kamdev (lord of lust)! Why do you repeatedly raise your hand to recite the bow? Hey Nightingale! Why do you coo in a sweet, pleasant voice? O foolish woman! Why do you use your charming sweet sarcasm on me? Now you can do nothing to me; Because now my mind has kissed the feet of Shiva and drank the nectar.
That Yogi is happy, who wears a cover made of hundreds of tattered rags and wears the same cloth, who does not worry, who eats alms mixed with happiness, who sleeps in a cremation ground or forest, who considers friend and foe alike, who meditates in an empty hut and whose intoxication and indolence have been completely destroyed.
Different types of subjects are the cause of perishable and worldly bondage, humans should also know this! Why do you get confused by them? What will be the benefit of this effort? If you believe our words, then you should always put your mind purified by the breaking of many types of hope-traps at the feet of Swayam Prakash Shiva, the destroyer of lust. (Or for the total destruction of your desires, get engrossed in the meditation of your own soul)
Blessed are they who live in mountain-caves, meditating on the Supreme Light, with the birds fearlessly sitting on their laps drinking the tears of joy. Our life fades away, revelling in fantasies in palaces or on the banks of refreshing ponds, or in pleasure gardens.
Birth has been consumed by death, old age has consumed the fickle youth like lightning, contentment has been consumed by the desire for wealth, virtues have been consumed by the jealous, snakes and wild animals have consumed the forest, kings have been consumed by the wicked, fickleness has consumed the wealthy; Then what is such a thing, which is not in the clutches of some other destructive thing?
