Mon Chalo Nija Niketane
Let us go back once more, O mind, to
our own abode!
Here in this foreign land of earth
Why should we wander aimlessly in
These living beings round about, and
the five elements;
Are strangers to you, all of them; none
is your own.
Why do you thus forget yourself,
In love with strangers, O my mind?
Why do you thus forget your own?
Ascend the path of Truth, O mind!
With Love as the lamp to light your
As your provision for the journey, bring
The virtues, carefully concealed; for, like
Greed and delusion wait to rob you of
And keep beside you constantly,
As guards to shelter you from harm,
Calmness of mind and self-control.
Companionship with holy men will be
A welcome rest-house by the road;
There rest your weary limbs awhile,
asking your way,
If ever you should be in doubt, of him
who watches there.
If anything along the path should
Then loudly shout the name of the Lord;
For He is Ruler of that road,
And even Death must bow to Him.