Classic Poem

He in whose heart the name of Hari dwells, he called upon another's name, or did not call. 'Tis one.
He whose mind is dyed in the Lord's dye, he sewed a covering for his body, or did not sew. 'Tis one.
For him in whose house there lives one worthy son, there live ten thousand sons, unworthy sons; or did not live. 'Tis one.
He, before whose door the Ganges flows, he drank the water of a well, or did not drink. 'Tis one.
He, who spoke the word of charity, with out-stretched hand gave arms or did not give. 'Tis one.
O Tulsi, who clasped the feet of Hari, the other gods he served or did not serve. 'Tis one.