Classic Poem

Chant, O tongue, Rama's name devoutly.
Without Rama none will avail Thee, nor sons, nor family, nor fame.
At the last can none go with thee, nor father, mother, nor thy brother.
When Jama the king shall make his reckoning, thy metal's baseness is revealed.
Thy lips have ne'er sung Hari's praises though devotion's tree was thine.
Thine ne'er again this hard-won body, only at the last regrets.
Joga, self-mastery, self-knowledge, are in this world hard to gain.
Sing, Devi Sahai, the spotless praises—to thee will Raghubir be kind.