Poem 614

In plain words

No one knows the day the body will waste away; they cannot foresee the coming of hardships; no one knows how anyone comes to be born upon the world; they cannot know the joys of heaven and of earth; caught within Māyā, unable to let go of 'mine', they cannot know even a little of their own secret; they forget the very word, the Dharma of man; they cannot tell what it is they are doing. Since all these ways too are the will of God, if they pray to Him who is tender to the lowly, however wondrous the pictures of creation may be, Bābā will grant the strength of Bhakti, and Mukti too.