Poem 274

In plain words

Drive away the ghost called fear and live without fear, my friend; the fear you must have is of sin, my friend; why should you fear the world, my friend? Afraid of everyone, unable to sing the bhajan of the God of gods, deluded, at the time of dying, when Yama in his overpowering might drags you, crying ‘Come now, come,’ then as you weep ‘Ayyayyo’, who will come to stop him, my friend?