Christ proclaimed that you cannot serve God and mammon.
He also stated that, 'What profits a man if
He gains the whole world and loses his sovereign soul? '
The calm mystics scorn material possessions.
Rural bucolic types are concerned with being,
Whilst fevered urban consciousness wants more and more.
How it worships tarnished gold and silver idols!
How it glorifies the crass and superficial!
How it mocks the cold, ragged realms of poverty!
How it boasts of its perennial 'successes'!
How it adores its own reflection in mirrors!
It seeks gleaming novelties that end in despair.
As it warns in the Tibetan Book of the Dead:
' O nobly born, let not thy mind be distracted.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem