The dead has sinned a thousand times. E'en all the thirteen hundred sins That can be done by mortal men May stain the soul that fled to-day. Stay not their flight to God's pure feet. Chorus--Stay not their flight. He killed the crawling snake Chorus--It is a sin. The creeping lizard slew. It is a sin. Also the harmless frog. It is a sin. Of brothers he told tales. It is a sin. The landmark stone he moved. It is a sin. Called in the Sircar's aid.[5] It is a sin. Put poison in the milk. It is a sin. To strangers straying on the hills, He offered aid but guided wrong. It is a sin. His sister's tender love he spurned And showed his teeth to her in rage. It is a sin. He dared to drain the pendent teats Of holy cow in sacred fold. It is a sin. The glorious sun shone warm and bright He turned its back towards its beams.[6] It is a sin. Ere drinking from the babbling brook, He made no bow of gratitude. It is a sin. His envy rose against the man Who owned a fruitful buffalo. It is a sin. He bound with cords and made to plough The budding ox too young to work. It is a sin. While yet his wife dwelt in his house He lusted for a younger bride. It is a sin. The hungry begged--he gave no meat, The cold asked warmth--he lent no fire. It is a sin. He turned relations from his door, Yet asked unworthy strangers home. It is a sin. The weak and poor called for his aid, He gave no alms, denied their woe. It is a sin. When caught by thorns, in useless rage He tore his cloth from side to side. It is a sin. The father of his wife sat on the floor Yet he reclined on bench or couch. It is a sin. He cut the bund around a tank, Set free the living water's store. It is a sin. What though he sinned so much, Or that his parents sinned? What though the sins' long score Was thirteen hundred crimes? O let them every one, Fly swift to Bas'va's feet. Chorus--Fly swift.