Classic Poem

This world is as a dream: hear and believe my word.
This Maya is a witch, ever destroying lives.
Every moment, every instant active, she is as the angel of death.
Give up your trust in these, worship Rama's name.
Few were the Sants that found deliverance, those that kept the name in remembrance.
Poor Bulla has sought sanctuary with Thee, cut his chains, O Rama.
Support him in the ocean of existence and grant him entrance to Thy dwelling.