Classic Poem

The true Creator serve, who made this universe.
A million Brahmas reading, re-reading the Vedas lost their lives.
A million Visnus born, none ever reached the goal.
In pilgrimage not one found the rest; journeying on and on they died.
On the waters their hope was centred: so they gained the mugger's form.
False are the pandits: reading, reading the Vedas they misled the world.
Their fathers too are dead: not one of them could save them.
Instruction for the first and last, they receive from the Sat Guru.
Says Kabir, O Dharm Das, to the Swans expound it.