From all eternity is my religion, and this world knows naught of it

From all eternity is my religion, and this world knows naught of it.

Among all books it has no equal: among the sects is ceaseless conflict.
In the six Darsanas all is wrangling: none attains a path like mine.

Hindus, Turks know not its value: they fast and keep the eleventh day.
No certain hope has either faith: one looks East, the other West.
Both these faiths have I avoided. In the North and South I saw.
O Garib Das I surely know Him, in the four quarters, the ten points, revealed.
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