O my soul, my ignorant soul is in the grip of pride.
Such is the will of my reverend Lord,
that mammon has gulped me like a witch.
More, more and yet more wealth, the man ever hankers after, but unless destined to receive, how can he obtain it?
The Lord's wealth, with that, the man is entangled. O! the unfortunate one attaches himself to the fire of desires.
O man, listen thou to the holy men's advice. Thus shall all thine sins be entirely washed off.
He, who is destined to receive in his skirt, the Lord's blessing. He, O slave enters not the womb again.
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