Classic Poem

O Man, why serve evil spirits?
They do not see, they speak not with their lips: they do not take, they do not give.
For these you light the sacrificial flame, for them dress many dishes.
Eagerly you spend much substance: they do not taste it even in pretence.
At night the pandit rouses them from sleep: they nod their heads and it is all a sham.
At the feet of these they bid you and your kin bow down, and make you hear deluding words.
By trust in them the life is lost: in life in death without a friend.
Your life as man was fortune's gift: with your own hand you throw it from you.
In all four castes is understanding tarnished; who then can speak of high or low?
He who rests on a lying hope, will pass away without salvation.
Upon the true faith take your stand: to Hari pay devoted service.
O Charan Das, Sukdeva says, then your salvation is assured.