Pointless It Is To Lament

Pointless it is to lament, For it's always the wish of the lord of the universe, The world teacher that prevails! Never is it as we wish it to be. One who knows this is finally saved. Pointless it is to lament! To think that one is the real doer of the deeds Is sheer ignorance Like that of a dog trotting under the cart And thinking that he is carrying the burden! Indeed whole cosmos is ordered like this Only a handful of yogis and seers know something of this! Pointless it is to lament! One will never grieve If this Knowledge is born in him For by killing Ignorance, his real Foe, He can have only friends! Be it a prince or a pauper His royal cover shelters all! One foolishly worries what is in store for him, Vines, leaves and fruits grow spontaneously and on their own! Pointless it is to lament! The mundane pleasures are mere delusions Nothing but Krishna is true! Says Narsaiyyo, I pray with all my heart, That I would be able to love Hari In all my births to come! Pointless it is to lament For always, it's the wish of the lord of the universe The world teacher that prevails!