Classic Poem

Offer to the Lord the body, soul, and substance.
Nor day nor night let the mind wander, drink deep of the precious Name.
Since I found sweet refuge at Thy feet, with the world I have no fellowship.
O Gracious to the poor, Generous and Merciful, take me and make me Thine.
For wandering and searching up and down the world, let no one be accounted wise.
The mercy of the Lord and the words of Sants, take and write them in thy heart.
I would tell it all, but words to tell it fail me: nothing melts the hardness of my heart.
Gulal says, this boon alone I ask; at the Sants' feet give me a place.