Classic Poem

Without Hari whom hast thou for friend?
Kinsfolk companions court thee for selfish ends, none has any love of thee.
From the Lord thou hast turned thy face and on them that are false set thine affections.
Thou with thine own eyes hast seen it: joy and grief now come now go.
In good fortune all surround thee: in trouble they but added to thy woe.
With fists closed tight man entered life: with open palms he goes empty away.
For the sake of such thou hast played divers parts and danced like a monkey to varied tunes.
None in death is thy companion: thy kin burn up thy body in the fire.
The Guru's service, the company of sants thou hast not kept, but hast set thy heart on gold and women.
O Charan Das, Sukdeva says, daily thou diest neglecting Hari's Name.