O mind, on patience wherefore art thou not stayed?

O mind, on patience wherefore art thou not stayed?
Fair or foul, the actions, that are past, grow not one grain nor diminish aught.

That which is to be, will be: why dost thou nurse anxiety?
Beasts and birds, millions of varied creatures, He takes thought for all.

The child within the womb, He cares for: how should He afterwards forget?
Parents, happiness, wealth and wife; why let this flame consume thee?

O mind, from the Lord, Master of life, why dost thou idly stray?
He who leaves Hari to run after another, not one of his works shall find due ending.

Serve Hari, darkened mind; so shall thy million troubles be removed.
Kabír says, Hear, O brother Sádhus, so easily the soul shall cross the sea.
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