Tis thus, tis thus — the life is wasted

Tis thus, tis thus — the life is wasted.
Sometimes wandering from dwelling to dwelling without the name of Hari, sometimes sleeping: so I passed my days away.
Sometimes dreaming of food and drink and such like pleasures, sometimes engaged in fruitless arguings.
Sometimes dreaming of poverty and riches: like a juggler or a mime.
I have not yet awakened and the hour is passing — as a fish without water am I.
To such a pass as this Sur Das has come: how shall he find the Lord?
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