I Tell My Heart

What will become of you, O mind—
have you not thought of this, not once?
When day departs, calling on Hari,
not even once do you cry out!
 
Drunk on the wine of worldly things,
forgetting the supreme truth,
you remain intoxicated, O mind!
 
The days slip away—don't you see?
Lessen your worldly desires,
place your trust in His feet alone;
you'll find your home in moksha's realm—
don't you know this truth?
 
So I tell you, mind, make haste—
hold Hari close within your heart;
you'll cross the ocean of existence,
fear not death's dark messenger.