Classic Poem

O Soul, this truth guard within thy heart.
This whole world is as a dream: it vanishes in a moment of time.
The wall of sand, moulded and worked, stands not for four days' space.
So too is Maya's happiness: wherefore art snared therein, thou dullard?
Learn even now: all is not lost. Sing Hari the Creator.
Nanak says—Forsake not discipline: this have I proclaimed aloud to thee.