वैराग्य शतक

( ४८३ )

हवै है कब मेरी यह दशा, गंगाके तट तप जपत ।

रस मीने दुर्लभ दिवस ये, बीतेगें शिव शिव जपत ॥१११॥

113. O lord, let my remaining days be now spent repeating the name of Shiva in some holy forest, my sight making no difference between a serpent or a garland of flowers, between a powerful enemy or a friend, between a precious gem or an ordinary stone, between a bed made soft by flowers or a flat stone, and between a straw or a group of beautiful women.

समाप्त ।