Classic Poem

Thou art Creator and we are Thy slaves: to the last hair we are full of sin; forgive us, my Lord Hari.

All the ten doors are dirty, all is mere filth: most excellent is Thy name; whoso forgets that is blind.
I left the good and did wickedness, and Thou didst perceive it all: where can one hide from Thee, who knowest every heart?

O Rahman, be merciful; I am Thy slave: give the blessing of Bhagti, release me from coming and going.
Guru Sukdeva, deliver me; O Lord, be merciful: makepoor Charan Das thine own.