Classic Poem

The salvation of the lost is Thy glory.
O Lord, if this be true, then bear me to safety.
In childhood, youth and old age, whatever I have done, Thou knowest all, not one thing is hid from Thee.
Innumerable have been my sins according to my heart's desire: from head to foot I am full of wickedness.

Defeated and wandering have I come to Thy protection: in Thee alone can I find honour again.

I deserted the path of good deeds and let it be hidden by sleep and sloth.
But one good thing has been done, that I was known in the world as Thy servant.

Gracious to the poor and merciful lord, Lord Sukdeva is my Master.
As Thou has saved other lost souls, so hold the hand of Charan Das.