Pointless It Is To Lament Poem by Narsinh Mehta

Pointless it is to lament,
For it's always the wish of the lord of the universe,
The world teacher that prevails!
Never is it as we wish it to be.
One who knows this is finally saved.
Pointless it is to lament!

To think that one is the real doer of the deeds
Is sheer ignorance
Like that of a dog trotting under the cart
And thinking that he is carrying the burden!
Indeed whole cosmos is ordered like this
Only a handful of yogis and seers know something of this!
Pointless it is to lament!

One will never grieve
If this Knowledge is born in him
For by killing Ignorance, his real Foe,
He can have only friends!
Be it a prince or a pauper
His royal cover shelters all!
One foolishly worries what is in store for him,
Vines, leaves and fruits grow spontaneously and on their own!
Pointless it is to lament!

The mundane pleasures are mere delusions
Nothing but Krishna is true!
Says Narsaiyyo, I pray with all my heart,
That I would be able to love Hari
In all my births to come!
Pointless it is to lament
For always, it's the wish of the lord of the universe
The world teacher that prevails!