Classic Poem

O Master, blot out my mistake.
Again and again has the rod fallen on me: because my mistake is very grievous.
Now I have drawn near to Thee — do Thou look upon me.
Thou bearest the name of merciful: Thou art now my strength.
So great misfortune is come upon me: that none is my friend.
My soul is filled with longing night and day: recognise thy servant and hasten to me.
O Master, now forgive my misdoings: look favourably on me.
Thou art Sat Guru, giver of bliss to all, by the draught of thy Sabdas bring me to Salvation.
Dharm Das prays with clasped hands, that he may serve Thee with devotion.