Classic Poem

O brother, who can teach Thee knowledge?

Sabda speaks thou dost not heed, however I expound it.
By this disguise of mine and thine all the world is led astray—Grace has not entered thy heart.

Many clouds shower rain upon a rock, yet its drought is no wise lessened.
He is revealed in all hearts always, yet recollection ever wavers.

The days are wasted in wandering this way and that, always unstable in devotion.
By reason of pride, conceit and arrogance they persist in endless disputings.
For such deeds the body pays full penalty: it falls into the depths of hell.

Here and there one keeps his mind steadfast, holding inward meditation.
O Jagjivan, they only are called Bhagats, whom the Guru has instructed.