When the mind is tossed about like silk, cotton & wool
In the tempestuous wind of desire,
Untoward consequences follow:
All learning and listening become naught,
Aspiration and inclination for mukti flee,
The senses pursue their evil ways.
Alas for them!
Thou, the Pervasive God,
The radiant, ripe fruit of Grace!
Can God be attained
Without desire annihilated?