Bhagat Trilochan Ji

Gazing upon his family, he blossoms forth like the lotus flower; the deceitful person watches and covets the homes of others.

When the powerful Messenger of Death comes, no one can stand against his awesome power.

Rare, very rare, is that friend who comes and says, imlu myry bITulw lY bwhVI vlwie ] imlu myry rmeéAw mY lyih Cfwie ]1] rhwa ] (92-8, isrIrwgu, qƒlocn) "O my Beloved, take me into Your Embrace! O my Lord, please save me!"||1||Pause

Indulging in all sorts of princely pleasures, O mortal, you have forgotten God; you have fallen into the world-ocean, and you think that you have become immortal.

Cheated and plundered by Maya, you do not think of God, and you waste your life in laziness.

The path you must walk is treacherous and terrifying, O mortal; neither the sun nor the moon shine there.

Your emotional attachment to Maya will be forgotten, when you have to leave this world.

Today, it became clear to my mind that the Righteous Judge of Dharma is watching us.

His messengers, with their awesome power, crush people between their hands; I cannot stand against them.

If someone is going to teach me something, let it be that the Lord is pervading the forests and fields.

O Dear Lord, You Yourself know everything; so prays Trilochan, Lord. ||5

You have not cleansed the filth from within yourself, although outwardly, you wear the dress of a renunciate.

In the heart-lotus of your self, you have not recognized God - why have you become a Sannyaasee?

you have not realized the Lord, the embodiment of supreme bliss. ||1||Pause

You eat in each and every house, fattening your body; you wear the patched coat and the ear-rings of the beggar, for the sake of wealth.

You apply the ashes of cremation to your body, but without a Guru, you have not found the essence of reality.

Why bother to chant your spells? Why bother to practice austerities? Why bother to churn water?

Meditate on the Lord of Nirvaanaa, who has created the 8.4 million species of beings.

Why bother to carry the water-pot, O saffron-robed Yogi? Why bother to visit the sixty-eight holy places of pilgrimage?

Says Trilochan, listen, mortal: you have no corn - what are you trying to thresh? ||4