Classic Poem

See the world and they that dwell there. Thou hast no companion there.
This head of thine is Jama's agent. He has taken there his seat.

All thy future is unstable. Therefore wait thou upon Sabda.
The mother from her son is parted, and the child from mother's arms.

All the other signs, my playmate, these they have explained to me.
But when the death rattle sounded, another meaning was made clear.

In the recesses of the palaces, therein was the master lost.
Garib Das, O man, proclaimeth, the shade is within the tree.