XI
The path is too long through the desolate terrains
Fearsome solitude is pricking in like winter waves
The time has cast dusk, the shadow of the dark night
At which end of the endless path am I to find thee?
XII
I am desperately hungry, my wallet is totally empty
I don’t have any wealth saved, but dark sins only
You are my hope, will you barter my savings of sins
With the load of sins on my back I am unable to tread
XIII
Moths fly into the flames and burn themselves
Being ignorant what happens in fire flames
Death is better than to be ignorant all the life
Death is not a punishment but purification of souls
XIV
It’s to this flowerless garden I came to breathe fresh air
Where buds wither and fall at the verge of blooming
A garden devoid of floral exotic and enchanting smell
To the honeybees and butterflies a forlorn dwell
XV
Two long roads, one to the royal avenue, fabulous and splendid
And the other to a holy forest Ashram in peaceful solitude
I stood in confusion where they met while you walked past me
In poor attire, along the forest road, unidentified by me my lord
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