Classic Poem

Call me Thine own servant.
In my heart and soul, eyes, ears, nose, head, Thou art, O God, the Changeless Purusa.
When from life's sea a soul Thou drawest, his pilot, boatman guide Thou art.
To see Thy Form the eyes are hungry, longing for all its joy and sweetness.
Infinite art Thou, O Bhikha, who can presume to sing His praises?