Madālasā's lullaby
You are pure, conscious
and taintless
You are not subject to the
illusoriness of the world
Give up this sleep of
delusion, this dream
which confounds
the mind
Why are you crying?
You are pure
The name you have acquired
is not yours, merely a
mind-created fiction
applied to you
The body is not you,
nor are you of it
The Lord of the universe
doesn't cry either!
This sound is an illusion
attributed to you
The qualities imagined as
yours are inherent in
all the senses
The insignificant elements
within the man acquire
the condition of growth...
...through the addition of
food, water and drink
It is not a growth or
diminution of You
Within the body shell
You remain constant
Do not become confounded
by this body which has been
fastened upon you
"Father"
"Son"
"Mother"
"Wife"
"Mine"
"Not Mine"
Do not assign much
significance to what is only
an aggregation of elements
The deluded man thinks
pains alleviate pain
The deluded man thinks
enjoyment of pleasures
gives happiness
The intelligent man,
whose mind is free from
confusion knows pleasures
and sorrows to be alike
The carriage goes upon
the earth, the body is
seated in the carriage
The Self resides
within the body
The deluded Jīva thinks
"I am this body"
The Self has no attachment
to His carriage
Foolish is such ignorance!