By Anonymous

The companions of my birth, my hair, went white.
My concern for people’s opinion has gone.
The body is wasted, the hands are trembling,
The light has gone out from the eyes.
The ear can no longer hear any word
And all senses have lost their strength.
The teeth are broken.
I cannot utter any understandable word.
Beauty has disappeared from my face.
Phlegm and bile are covering my throat.
I can call my son only with a movement of my hand.
Brothers, relations and dearest of all, my wife
Are turning me out of my home
As the moon has got a black mark, of which it cannot get rid
Thus I cannot rid myself of the attachment to what is “mine”.
Tulsidas takes refuge to your powerful feet,
Which are able to overthrow greed.

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