Classic Poem

All the days life lasts in the world.
At the Guru's feet fix firm your mind, be not sunk in sloth O Soul.
What trust can one set on this body, it is stream of tainted water.
Born and dissolved in a single moment, what ground for vaunting pride in it?
These are the Creator's doings: do you repeat and learn the Name.
To-day the hour for praise propitious but of to-morrow no one knows.
No man's hand keeps aught within it, and this world is all confusion.
With faith, O Dulam Das, sing praises: this will keep your name alive.