Classic Poem

Thou art Sat Guru and I thy servant.
If any beat me or abuse, to thee for justice will I cry.
In sleep, in waking Thou art my defender: I serve none else but Thee.
Thou art Creator, the mystic music: shed abroad, O Lord, Thy ambrosial love.
How may I make my prayer to Thee? Dharm Das has grasped Thy feet.