Where at the last shall my soul find rest?

Where at the last shall my soul find rest?
It is as a bird that from the ship flies forth, and to the ship again comes home.
He who in folly renounces Rama's protection to run after other gods.
His wasteful folly renounces Ganga to go and sink a well.
The bee which has sipped the lotus' nectar, why should it seek the oleander's juice.
O Sur Das, why renounce the Lord, Who is as Kama-Dhenu, and milk a goat?
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