I once passed by one of the monk lanes
Heard I a monk saying calm and slow
"Where do you go in those fetters, chains?"
said he glancing at me, head to toe
I was amazed for I wasn’t in chains
But to fathom a monk, one needs brains
"I see no chains on me, Holy One
Might it be that I am actually blind
For who may dare to look at the Sun
Except for ye blessed with Eye of Mind?
So tell me O Holy One of the chains
For as if in fetters, my soul pains!"
"Ye are chained in the chains of Desire
In Court of Pleasure, invite craving
Truly desire is doorway to Fire
And in Hellfire, shall be no saving
For the Savior bade to resist lures
As for sickness of lures are no cures,"
"Ye think ye are King of thy Wishes
But are nothing but a slave of them
I saw men that dined in gold dishes
With emptier stomachs than men of slum
Man had been made unshackled and free
But locked amid lusts, loses the key",
"People of the yore for sins were caged
The souls of some, even there roamed free
For just for Desire, Faith hadn’t they waged
Faith not Desire made men walk on Sea
Now free men lie imprisoned at home
While solitary sages freely roam,"
"So free thyself of those hard shackles
Desires in which ye have caged thy soul
Free thy mind from envies and hackles
Discover instead thy godly goal
The Lord shall shield ye and heal thy scars
First get free from prison without bars!"