O thou ever - wandering mind, thou bumble-bee,
Break the shackles of thy body;
For age after age thou heave been dyed in the fast colors of this world.
Even as the juggler makes a monkey dance with the strings is his hands,
so does the Karma-juggler make our mind dance to his tune.
It wanders for aeons and aeons in the bondage of the body;
In pursuit of sense pleasures it roams, as does a kite without a string,
The ruthless and tyrannical Kal, without the mercy of the Master,
Is subdued not so formidable is his power.
For countless lives the mind has been under the sway of passions;
From moment to moment it has been a captive of the wave of cravings.
The pursuit of desire makes one take abode in the body;
The endless chain of Karmas throws him into the cycle of birth and death.
O Tulsi, in the company of thy Master become a swan,
And in the crystal water of Manasarovar attain salvation.
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