Many hearts are led astray,
Burning with passion for the wrong desires,
Why are you yearning for things that sway?
Why are you longing for temporary pleasures?
Many hearts are trapped in darkness,
Disillusioned with fake gold and glitter,
Why are you blinded by all things glamorous?
Why are you seduced by eyes that flutter?
Many hearts are covered with cobweb and dust,
Spinning around, choked and lost in a maze,
Why are you chasing dreams that don’t last?
Why are you circling yourself in a daze?
Many hearts are hidden by a thick fog,
Forgotten and locked away from livelihood,
Why do you let yourself tied down to a bog?
Why do you chain yourself to hell’s neighbourhood?
Why, my dear…
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth,
Where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal;
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal…..