Classic Poem

He only, who remembered the name, o'ercame the world.
He only, who remembered the name, o'ercame the world.

One walks, with rosary in hand, but war in his heart: he reads Bhagvat and Gita.
Thine heart thou didst not purify, O fool: in talk and hearsay thy days are spent.

Thou hast worshipped strange gods: and lived without the fear of Hari.
Thy wealth and health stay here: thou at the last goest empty away.

Death the hunter hath cast his nets and spread abroad his woven devices.
Kabir says, Kal will come upon thee and devour thee, as the leopard upon the deer.