Wake, O traveler, Wherefore dost thou sleep?
The night has already ended.
Whosoever sleeps, loses all; whosoever wakes,
is blessed with great good fortune.
One who has forgotten the Master and the secret of his primal home,
He struts about in the world, unfortunate that he is.
Worldly attachments hold him fast in their grip;
what evil days are in store for him,
Know thou the essence of human birth and lose not this golden opportunity;
Break all thy shackles and get deliverance from the ceaseless cycle of birth and death.
Swim across this turbulent ocean, O Tulsi:
Be thou a swan, leave the filth of the crow.
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