Whoso will consider the true name, he will attain the goal changeless, immortal

Whoso will consider the true name, he will attain the goal changeless, immortal.
One Letter, brother, chanted ceaselessly by Thee, the Letterless, the goal of love's devotion Thou canst win.
The bodiless Letter long drawn out: with the arrow of Sabda was Jama brought low.
This Letterless, ponder it, O Pandit: give all your mind to it as to the Veda.
The disputant can never win the knowledge that is pure: disputing leads to the city of Jama.
Leave disputations and lay hold on calm and patience: then the priceless Guru is thine.
The aimless wandering of the mind once banished, then the Sabda's true essence is revealed.
They are not great, nor is great honour theirs, who worship stones and mark them with the tilak.
In every heart is Brahm, there is none other: the Spirit-God is served with pure worship.
The true name is the One pure strain: for this then seek, O Pandit, and be wise.
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Darya Sahib Bihari
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