Classic Poem

The one name is the giver of happiness: the second all pollution.
O Soul, if thou choosest goodness, then meditate upon Rama's Name.
Father, mother, son and wife, servants, gardens, wealth and palaces.
They have naught of truth in them, know them false, mere dreams of night.
All perverse and cruel actions, they are the deceits of Maya.
Birth, death, the fruits of sins and virtues, are scorching sorrows.