Daily troubles, by responsibilities bothered,

Nothing goes my way, in tragedy smothered.

Just this one thing for happiness I think,

When it fails, into further despair I sink.

For my troubles are all else to blame?

Their fault is my dwelling in failure’s shame?

My misfortune to help if one thing understood,

To be humbled into willful submission to Him is good.

O mind, know that Shri Rama your only true friend,

Always there to give shade, your wounds to mend.

Tulsi, Hanuman, Sita and so many others already know,

In devotional service, their love for Him only to grow.

Why then on this matter remaining obstinate?

To have even heard of Rama makes you fortunate.

Your thoughts, words and deeds of this life to Him give,

And try no more your soul, in peacefulness live.

Circumstances of your birth were great,

Parentage, family, home – all of ideal state.

Mother always Tulsidas to quote,

Revered Ramacharitamanasa he wrote,

Blessing from above the elder brother,

Greatest well-wisher and steady protector.

Younger siblings to you ever so dear,

With such fortune why then the constant fear?

Sita and Rama daily you get to see,

Glorifying them happy you should be.

The most of this wonderful opportunity take,

Waste not a moment, fruitful this life make.

Painful poverty and disease you did avoid,

With difficult religious paths you never toyed.

Path of chanting holy names to you shown,

Choice is yours now, destiny you own.

From clutches of maya I was shook,

And then slowly my friends You took.

At work lost in bhakti’s bliss,

That surroundings changed went unnoticed.

The more and more Your name I say,

The more old friends and family go away.

But now where am I to go for friendship?

For pleasing is safety of comradeship.

Outcomes not in my control, alas,

My fate only in Your complete grasp.

On the steady course I’ll stay,

And Your names with pleasure I’ll say.