Classic Poem

O Lord, Thou art the poor man's guardian.
Thou, O Lord, without aversion lookest upon Thy servant's state.
None vile as I, Lord, in the world; as the ship that bears my fame art Thou.
For naught else have I one longing: Thy Name's refuge is my care.
Of this poor Dulam Das be guardian, O Lord, Jagjivan Mighty King.