Harih OM Harih OM

Harih om Harih om , there is not enough time.
Hurry home, Hurry home, there is not enough time.

Hurry up and find a teacher, an end to your woes,
May liberation alone be your goal.

Harih om Harih om, there is not enough time.

Time and tide waits for none, and one just leads his life.

As a child he seeks mothers comfort, and knowledge as a teen,
A family as a householder and more wealth and esteem,
Safety and security he accumulates for old age,
Only to leave the body,  Just little punya attained.

Perhaps a short trip to heaven, and a liason with the gods,
Some sight seeing, and leisure, music dance et al,
Just another vacation home, eventually punya exhausts,
The jiva is thrown back again , into the samsaric jaws.

Who knows how many janmas more before,
Another human birth
Who knows whether you'll find a teacher,
A teacher who really knows

A teacher who is a pramana,
A wielder of the arrow and bow
That aims and shoots the pramana,
In through the heart of course.

To resolve once for all ignorance,
To shine as a perfect being,
All pervading brahman I am,
May this one truth be seen.

Harih om Harih om, there is not enough time.