Classic Poem

Awake, awake, O Soul: wash off the ancient stains.
Karmas and deceits cast off and cleanse desire's defilement.
Thine own knowledge forgotten why meddle with another.
The truth is made a lie and falsehood is kept hidden.
Know and hold fast this word: from door to door go weep.
Not seventy soaps and washings: love's water will suffice thee.
Cleanse, scour away your stains: then all will cry Well done,
Dulam, in deeds of folly be not misled nor sleep.