Classic Poem

Every hair is grey and grizzled, all the body withered up.
Beauty that was, is now no longer, the skin, Sahjo, is sifted ashes.
O Sahjo, every sense is wearied, and the body's strength wasted away.
The thirst of desire is not diminished, though the speech grows slowly faint.
Life's four stages all were wasted by neglect of Hari's Name.
The body abandoned, Jama's blow falls, the sinner goes to Jama's abode.
Entering the world what has he gained, tending the body and the belly?
Sahjo, the day has passed in business, and the night in sloth and pleasure.