Classic Poem

My mind is stayed upon the Lord Kabir.
The Hindu called thee Guru, the Musalman his Pir.
For Thee the two faiths strove, but did not find thy form.
The ocean of mildness, content and mercy: of love, of faith and steadfastness.
Learned in the lore of Vedas and the Book: of both faiths the Pir.
Guardian of the mighty Sants—Thy form changeless, immortal.
This is the prayer of Dharm Das, O Lord, bring my boat to shore.