State of death or sleep?
Pure mind Shines;
Impurity never knocks its door;
Where life never knows living.
Opens the door of life;
Mind ran to the ground of life;
Ran around, ran around;
Took desires of fire in its hand.
Never wants to shut the door;
Desires where kept in showcase;
Looked and counted;
Whispered how to use it now and again.
Door of life was not in its hand;
Pushed inside the room of darkness;
Mind slept in heavy restlessness;
Looking the door so thick and heavy.
Life came and gone;
Never thought how many times the door opened;
It ran around whenever door opened;
Kept on picking new desires into its room.
Once realized that desires are evil;
Mind rushed into its dark room;
Took the bundle of desires, kept;
Thrown out all of a sudden.
Mind was pure, mind has purity;
Never collected evil of desires;
Looked the door opened;
Desired at what time it closes?
Room was empty, room became fragrant;
Door closed, mind slept calm and quiet;
Never thought of opening the door;
Rest in peace for ever.
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