Poem 624

In plain words

If you trust men and do not trust Narahari, can the human birth be fulfilled, O mind? If, while there is water, one swallows one's spittle, will thirst be quenched on earth, O mind? If, while there is sugarcane, one chews the wild cane, how will the tongue find a pure taste, O mind? If, having feet, one walks on one's knees to Kāśī, tell me, O mind, is it possible to arrive?