Unsure Of Facts Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We are unsure of facts
Even though hidden in act
How sun gets dark and covered
By thick clouds who have dared

Mind gets bogged down
The uncertainty is known
Soul revolts to mend
Something in form of peace is sent

Mind can be brought at rest
Even if nothing seems best
Little exercise with earnest effort
May anchor the ship at port take

Not to trouble the mind more
It has no capacity to explore
It is shaky and irregular
For such things it is not familiar