Classic Poem

O my Lord, make me thy servant.
I am a debtor ever from my birth, write me even so,
Desire and anger, lust, coveting and folly all these have held me in subjection.
Gods, men, munis all are crushed and conquered, and in the toils of karma.
Siva, Sanakas and primal Brahmas and troops of others like to them.
They searched, plunged deep in the mystic trance, but to the Lord's name came not near.
Boundless, infinite is the Lord: be humble then and search.
By the Guru's strength and the company of Sadhus men are released from the hunting of Kal.
Hear, O hear, I am thy suppliant: look, Lord, upon me even now.
Grant to Bhikha thy salvation: look not now upon his record.