Indulgence blinds, and senses sway,
But Māyā’s veil will rot away.
For wealth and wine and lustful games
Are fleeting sparks in karma’s flames.
You shun the Gītā’s sacred word,
No japa said, no dharma heard.
You chase the gold, forget the soul,
A beast in flesh, not spirit whole.
Lakṣmī turns from hands impure,
And Sarasvatī shuts her door.
You feed on rāga, steeped in pride,
While Tamas grows and truth subsides.
No yajña burns, no tapas done,
You spit upon the Holy One.
But Viṣṇu sees, and Śiva waits,
And Kāli counts your closing gates.
So boast, O fool, in pleasure's name —
But Yama rides. And he plays no game.
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