Classic Poem

O Lord, What will be my lot?
Scorning Thy praises I have none to help me: I wander with them of evil mind.
I am full of guilt and sin, burned in the fire of evil deeds.
To lust, anger, coveting, I give my thoughts: O Lord, I have forgotten Thee.
If Thou art kind and showest me Thy mercy, then shall I be safe.
May it please that Sur Das be made to meditate upon Thy feet.