O' Mere Human, Made of Clay
Mere human, made of clay Dear, O mere human, made of clay goes around as invincible as God. You've lost yourself completely to this ephemeral world And doesn't ponder your relationship with God. O human, leave off this battle for worldly possessions. Nothing here can ever truly belongs to us The glittering spectacle of this world lasts but a few days, And then everything turns to dust. You've filled your head with bookish knowledge And smugly titled yourself a grand authority. You've done a round of Vatican city and Kashi And smugly titled yourself a holy pilgrim. You are fooled by the bright spectacle of this world, Your proud wilfulness is driven by nothing but conceit. Religious debates have failed to create a deeper understanding. Your never ending Religious debate have failed to create a deeper understanding. You spread people into conflicting camps but failed to spread real knowledge. ...
