Classic Poem

All days bear not one likeness.
One day the wealth of Harischandra the king is like to Meru Mountain.
One day he goes as a servant in a Chandala's house and at the place of burning strips the dead.
One day Yudistir king of kings commands the service of Sri Bhagwan.
One day queen Draupadi stands bare, Dusasan tears away her robe.
One day Sita mourns in the depths of the trackless forest.
One day Rama Chandra at her side she flies aloft in Puspacar.
The deeds of the first birth must find expression—O foolish mind cease taking thought.
O Sur Das, how can I tell the qualities of any: Brahma's writing is its own most certain proof.