Classic Poem

Dadu, much evil hast thou done: anger becomes thee not.
The Lord is rich in patience: faults belong to man alone.
Dadu, all our deeds are evil, evil that no tongue can tell.

Pure and spotless is my Lord: in Him no flaw is found.
In the service of the Master I play the thief — an unprofitable servant.
O Dadu, there is no other whose foulness is as mine.

Guilty am I from head to foot: a thief in every grain.
At every moment I am Thy sinner: my utter worthlessness forgive.

I stand alone as chief of sinners in the whole wide world.
So dense is my cloud of sin that none can pass and find its end.

Without bounds and without measures have I committed crimes unequalled.
Father, I am stained with guilt: Thou alone art my refuge.

Countless faults and every stain, many evils are within me.
I have committed every sin, not one of them is hid from Thee.

A guilty sinner, I am Thine: whither then am I to flee?
Dadu has searched, considered all: without Thee he has no where a refuge.

From first to last, since my coming hither no good deed have I done.
Maya, desire, and pride and passion: the taste of these has filled my mind.