Classic Poem

The ocean of bliss lies all before thee: O man, go not thirsty away.
Even now, O fool, take thought and understand: cast off this fear of death.
Pure water wells up before thee: drink deep at every breath.
O fool, renounce the mirage: learn to long for the water of life.
Thereof drank Gopi Chand and Bharthari: both filled their cup to the brim.
Thereof drank Dhruva, Prahlada and Vibhisan: and thereof drank Rai Das.
With this draught are the Sants ever inebriate: in one Name is their hope.
Kabír says, Hear, O brother Sàdhus, the sweet savour of the world is done away.