Save the Guru who will remove my pain?

Save the Guru who will remove my pain?
Age after age I was sinful and soiled: while picking mustard seed I chanced on a jewel.
Finding the jewel I could not rest: forthwith I took it to one who could test it.
The jewel was tested by all the Sadhus: from that day rest has come to my soul.
Dharm Das prays with clasped hands: that the Guru, changeless, immortal, he find in Kabir.
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