We are asking, "Why are we here, for what reason have we come?
Why is this age of iron so bad? What wrongs have we done
And Maya, she keeps laughing, as she clutches our weary throats,
Guiding us through these hell bound waters on our own nescience boats.
Always falling down right here, then falling again over there,
All our attempts to save ourselves spoiled by her illusory snare.
We may find satisfaction, the truth, the light, we aren't alone.
Maya Laughs, tricks us and cheats us, keeps us from going home.
Learning through a gradual process about these tricks going on,
There is where Maya waits for us, singing attractive songs.
She surely laughs at us when we take another fall,
Maya always tightens the grip, throws us up against the wall.
O Supreme Personality, You are the One Who glances,
Creator of all the things I need so I can serve these senses.
But I served these senses yesterday, as rats, as dogs, as goats,
In this human form, may I fall to You, please sink this nescience boat.
Maya only follows Your order, in Your service always plays this game.
At Your Feet in total submission, in recognition of Your massive Fame.
Anyone begging for Your shelter is never bound by Maya's iron chain
Maya never sings of distraction in the presence of Your Holy Name.
Until I decide to serve You and Your Names to set me free,
I have to submit myself to Maya who keeps me down eternally.
And She will surely laugh and tighten the grip around my throat.
Guiding me through the last great river to Hell on the nescience boat.
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