In the following poem, Meera stresses the importance of human life. It is too short and should be used to understand the Supreme reality by associating with the saints and sages.
1.
You cannot have this human life again and again.
Due to the fruition of good deeds
you earned this human birth.
As the days go on, the life shortens
and in no time it would be gone.
A leaf once fallen from a tree
cannot reattach itself to its branch.
Ocean is rough, the streams ragged
make a boat of the name of Ram
to get across.
This life is like a game of chess
with world on one side
and eternal truth on the other
win it or lose it as you wish,
thus say the saints, ascetics and sages.
Meera, the servant of Giridhar, says
we are not here for long.
2.
How can devotion arise this way?
the dirt in mind never goes,
the tilak on forehead washes sooner.
The dog of physicality gets tempted,
the outcast ties me down.
The butcher anger stays in the heart,
how will I meet Gopal?
The greedy tomcats of sensuality
seek their gratification.
The poor one is absorbed in them,
never takes Ram's name.
It rejoices in its own adoration
with pride puts itself on the high pedestal
how can it hold the font of devotion?
The one who knows your heart
don't be his enemy.
Hari's name never enters the heart
counting rosary beads.
Befriend the saints.
shunning the worldly hopes.
Meera, the servant of Lal Giridahar
beseeches, seek naturally quietude.
3.
Without Ram, there is only sorrow.
Nothing else will give contentment.
This world is the playground for the bound
who don't like the saintly company,
those who hate taking the name of Ram
and only earn Karma.
Without the name of Ram, there's no liberation
but only repeated births.
Like a fool you waste this life
by not mingling with holy men.
Meera seeks the shelter of her Giridhar Nagar,
and attains the supreme status.
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