8. The problem-world

Manase abar samasya jame
Chinta bihag bhrame charidike bhrame
Basana kanna nahi thame kabhu
Maran nachan bhitare bahire prabhu

The problem-world once again
Accumulates in my mind.
Thought-bird flew all over.
Desire-cries never cease.
The dance of death within
And without I see,
O my Lord Supreme.