Classic Poem

Youth was spent and the whole body blinded through neglect of the gem Hari.
Drunk with the scents and sweets of passion, steeped in the dye of conceit and self.
With twirled moustache he proudly struts, for no one has he a kindly word.
He says, nowhere have I an equal: none wise as I in all the world.
I am mighty, greater than all: I shall win great wealth in the face of all men.
Racked with pain yet he holds it bliss. The fool has drunk deep of the drug of folly.
With a household's care who can be happy? Sahjo, he is as one bound in prison.
Children and sons are born and die: with planning, planning are mind and body plagued.