Language: English

Addresing the mind personified as a young maiden, the poet says: O blessed mind, listen! you latch on to one thing, and sway in its grip; anticipating the next thing, you move from one to the next and again, the next thing; when asked to focus on the good, you manage to give one the slip; when told to 'leave it alone!', you hang on to it with firmer grip; you keep reverting to the same old thoughts; let us lose ourselves in the new; you want the new, but are at the same time, are fearful of it!