Classic Poem

Once the Lord grants me the True Name, the darkness of Kal will vanish.
Dadu will then shake off all fears and Kal will never devour me.

Save the Creator there is no one, who has power to save the soul.
Dadu, the soul, bereit of Rama is sore troubled in the world.

They, to whom Thou givest succour, they, O Creator, are upborne in safety.
Those, whom Thou loosest from Thy hand, they sink drowning in the world.

Thou alone art the Protector: countless are those who slay.
Dadu has no one beside Thee: see this for thyself and know.

Dadu, the world's flame is Death made visible, but the Lord has power to save.
Those who hid themselves in Thee, escaped it. Therefore, I also cry aloud.

Here or there from desire and evil Thou alone canst save.
Faithful Creator, into Thy keeping—I commit my soul and body.