Poem 357

In plain words

He who rides the bull and he who rides the eagle, the two are one, O man! Crying "Liṅga, liṅga, Śiva liṅga, liṅga!", do not abuse Raṅga, O mind! However much wealth and grain you have, it will not come with you at the end, O man! Seek refuge in the supremely holy Supreme Śiva, O man! To go on pilgrimages on borrowed money is wrong, wrong, O man! Put aside your pomp and gain the vision of the Ātma! Without delay, pass your whole life like the morning star! However much learning you acquire, it is no match for service to the Lord! Think on that sweet Name, and it will show you the way! Do not turn a deaf ear to the words you are told and do wrong, O man! Find that Satya which is like fire, and walk the great path!