Are you one of those blinded
By the ray reflected from the worldly steel?
And go extra miles, to ensure you blended
In the race to climb up that wealthy hill?
Are you among those deafened
By the loud noise at the gold mine
That your emotions are now stiffened
As you pile up gold, ignorant of the time sign?
Are you one of those gradually becoming oblivious
Of the purpose of your life, that has been made
And refer to worshipers as being too religious
Oh! What other act could be more dangerous?
You could have your Golds and still make it
Into the home of bliss, avoiding that pit
Only if you learn to play fair on this worldly stage
By paying attention to the time language.