Classic Poem

For this cause serve the Lord, Raghu.
From wealth is trouble and from trouble wealth: this is the way of all flesh.
The tree bears blossoms, when it has borne its fruits, it withers and finds its appointed end.
The pool is filled with water: its waters over-flow: it dries and all is flying dust.
The two days moon waxing waxes: then waning and waning it wanes.
Sur Das says; Wealth and penury there is no relying upon these.