Poem 398

In plain words

Why does the sun in the sky, never missing his course, every day meet with rising and setting? Why do the stars that adorn the sky with light hide away only by day? Why does the wind, taking not a moment's rest, keep fanning to sustain all living beings? Why does the river, laughing ceaselessly with murmuring sounds, flow on as water? Wherever one looks in Prakṛti, why is there only delusion? On earth, why the differences of wealth, family, creed and caste? By whose command does all this happen so? ‘He is this one, and this one is He’: so saying, see Him, O sirs, as the Lord of all!