Classic Poem

Of one unchanging nature, so we saw the Lord.
Immeasurable as the deeps of ocean, He is Creator, the King of kings.
One grain of good found in His worshipper, He accepts it as it were Meru mountain.
The vast ocean of his sin He accounts but as a drop from a cistern. So is the Lord.
For His servant who is lost and troubled, he ranges far in loving search.
O Sur Das, who turns his back on such a master, he is hapless indeed.