O, When, When Will You Sing, Take The Name Of Hari, Hari Om, Hari, Hari? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O, when, when will you sing
The song,
Hari?
When the things will slip out of,
When will you take
The name of Hari?
The body will turn to ashes
And it will not last anything here
In this world of maya,
When will you come to realize it.
O, when, when will you?

Take you the name of Hari,
When, when will you,
When will you take
The name of Hari!
O, at least do you the sadhna,
Do you the sadhna
And come to realize it
That all of us will go away
And it will not remain it here.

Naked came we here,
Naked shall we go,
What had we been with,
What shall we be with,
Just,
Just think you,
Think us,
What will it,
What will it stay here?

This world is of maya
And we the playthings of dust,
Dust and clay
And we trapped into the mire
Of lust and temptation
And forget we
The end of life
That the body will burn to ashes
And it not remain it here,
Only the Hari name,
The name of Hari.