Classic Poem

This knowledge fills my soul with fears,
Doubt of that day spread within me: of its nature naught is known.
None can aid another then, wife nor brother, father nor mother.
All are misled beholding this illusion, nothing is stable, all passes away.
Born as a man, yet without understanding, whom can one call tranquil?
O Lord bring Jagjivan to safety all lies in Thy hands alone.