O men, practice that devotion, from which at the last some good may come

O men, practice that devotion, from which at the last some good may come.
Forsake disputes, revile not others, be ye humble and lowly of heart.
I proclaim that religion as true, that sings praise of the name with understanding.
Abandon pride and self-conceit: the Treasury of mercy will then show favour.
Sadhus, Vedas, Puranas declare that this is the sign of the true Sabda.
To hold within the two letters the real essence, this is held the true religion.
Jagjivan has embraced His feet: he sees the beauty of the Unconditioned and the Freed.
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Jagjivan Das
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