In books and temple vain Thy search . Thine only is the hand that holds The rope that drags thee on . All life both here and there, do I renounce, All heavens, and earths and hells, all hopes and fears. Heed then no more how body lives or goes, Its task is done . Thus be thou calm.
Truth never comes where lust and fame and greed Of gain reside .
Have thou no home . No food or drink can taint that noble Self Which knows Itself . Few only know the truth . Go thou, the free, from place to place, and help Them out of darkness, Maya's veil . Thus, day by day, till Karma's powers spent Release the soul forever .