Mana Tore Boli E Bāratā

O my heart, I tell you this: As a child you were cheated by scoundrels. To them you sold your independence.

Thinking the disciplic succession is impure, you now struggle to purify yourself. No longer do you wear neck-beads and tilaka. You have turned from the flame of spiritual initiation. Now you make your own rules.

Giving a slap to your previous philosophy, you preach your own idea. Thinking yourself an incarnation, you don't follow any rules. Thinking the great souls were mistaken, you throw your previous path into the waters.

Thinking only clever scoundrels accept spiritual initiation and wear tilaka and neck-beads, you have given them up. Thinking it wrong, you angrily turn from the path of the great souls.

Look, O my brothers. Rejecting gold, you have accepted a pile of ashes. The present and future are both at stake here. You say they are all cheaters. When will you engage in devotional service? At the time of death what will you do?