Classic Poem

O Lord, be merciful to men.
Men are stained with the guilt of a million sins, yet be Thou their protector.
Heaven, the worlds below, and hell, far reaching: all are Thy thought's creation.
Wherever I set foot, far as my eyes can range, all is great be-wilderment.
With Thy Name ever on my lips, always I would walk beside Thee.
Neither loss nor gain send Thou to me but keep me ever in one stay.
Grant me, O Treasury of Mercy; Thy pardon and Thy peace: grant this to Gulal.
As Thou didst promise, show mercy unto men, be as Thou wert ever wont.