Classic Poem

O soul, but look towards the Lord Madhava.
Hearken, fool, as the poor man takes thought at every moment for his possessions, so do thou think upon Thy Lord.
He is the shrine of loveliness, peace, wisdom, goodness: the beautiful, the all-generous.

To the Sants their perfect happiness, the cleanser of all their sins, the destroyer of troubles and pains.

Whatsoever soul without austerities, enlightenment, fastings and meditations would pass beyond the world of being,

Then, O Tulsi Das, let him not day nor night forget the lotus feet of Hari.