Classic Poem

Thou art my Lord and not another: though many and various are the ways that men may speak.
This faith of Thee Thy slave ever cherishes in his heart, for in all ages Bhagats say Thy nature is to love.

In others I have found no profit; I gave up pride of race, renounced the honour of the world.
If Dharni lose or wins his life, it matters not: now in his heart he trusts with thought and word and deed.