Narsimha Mehta

Meditate! Meditate On Hari

Meditate! Meditate on Hari, O dimwitted sloth, So that the misery of the innumerable births is allayed! For, doing other mundane things is simply futile As the Death, baiting you with delusions will carry you away! Meditate! Meditate on Hari, O dimwitted sloth! Only at the feet of Sri Hari is our total well being! Surrender to him and happiness will know no bounds! Stop doing other useless things and recite His Name! Meditate! Meditate on Hari, O dimwitted sloth! Forsake the delusions of Maya and rest near Hari's feet! Be not confused for such indeed is the truth! The palace of Hope ascends to the sky But O fool! See how vulnerable are its walls! Meditate! Meditate on Hari, O dimwitted sloth! O vitality and youth have left the body All that remains is white haired skeleton of a ghost now! Yet, you don't remember Sri Hari's name! O beware, O beware for momentary is this Game, You have to win entire kingdom before the lemon Playfully tossed up touches the ground! Meditate! Meditate on Hari, O dimwitted sloth! O divine are the qualities of Hari, whoever follows them Surely attains everlasting fame in this world! O Narsaiyya the pauper truly loves his Lord For no other deed is as valuable as this! O meditate! O meditate on Hari, O dimwitted sloth!