What can I do now to this mind of mine? In
spite of all my prayers it will not stand still;
it behaves to me courteously, yet it seeks to drag
me down to hell. Run to me, O Hari; I can see
none likely to restrain it save Thou. It will not
stand still one moment; it scatters my attention
violently. It is full of eddies of sensual pleasure;
it is bent on plunging into the sea of the world.
Hopes and projects are full of sin; they have ruined
me altogether. Tuka says, O Bearer of the Disc,
why dost thou still delay?
spite of all my prayers it will not stand still;
it behaves to me courteously, yet it seeks to drag
me down to hell. Run to me, O Hari; I can see
none likely to restrain it save Thou. It will not
stand still one moment; it scatters my attention
violently. It is full of eddies of sensual pleasure;
it is bent on plunging into the sea of the world.
Hopes and projects are full of sin; they have ruined
me altogether. Tuka says, O Bearer of the Disc,
why dost thou still delay?