॥॥
In plain words
Day and night, evening and morning, winter and spring come round again; Time plays, life goes; even so, the wind of desire does not let go.
Nights and days, evenings and mornings, winters and summers change again and again; life, in the march of Time's play, even so, the wind of desire does not let go. (Bhaja Govindam)
Satya turns people against you; Asatya pleases people. Liquor is sold in one place and drunk; curds and the like go from house to house.
Students, embodiments of the divine Ātma!
Time is rushing on, very fast, like a fierce gale. The span of life is melting away moment by moment, like a block of ice. Unable to recognise the duty of life, man leaves the body and drops away. This body that has dropped away is either burned or buried. We must reflect: is the greatness of human birth only this much, or is it to use our time in some worthwhile endeavour, since we have taken on this sacred body? Born into this human state, if we cannot recognise the truth of what sacred task we were born for, all we do is waste time or defile it. Time itself is the measure of these wasted efforts, so it is man's duty to make the efforts that let us live this time on the right path. Man sets out to live relying on the strength of his muscles and the strength of his heart, but he makes no effort whatever, not even the least, to hope for or to ask for the strength of God.