Who run towards the illusive objects
And towards worldly merchandise ever.
Give me wisdom to train them properly
My chariot is transitory and perishable
This body chariot will be mingled with dust
Let me have intellect to rein wisely.
The five senses are the five horses
You have created to drive body-chariot
They are galloping with high speed
Without hesitating unpredictable time.
I am the soul you provide me
I have the body-chariot to ride with
Let me learn to handle properly
As you say to travel a distant path.

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