Classic Poem

O Soul, cling fast to the spotless Form.

Pour out before him body, soul and wealth: from the pool of the world you will soon escape.

There by the Sat Guru's favour, dwell where is neither shade nor sun.
With thought as fan purge out karma's weevil, make Joga and Joga's rules your winnowing fan.

With dazzling purity shone wisdom's flame, leaving beholders speechless, dumb.
Heaven opened Bhikha's eyes to see it, with his lips he cries Sohang.