Classic Poem

Keep me safe beneath thy shadow, that thy Maya may not touch me.
O Lord, show me now Thy favour, grant that I may serve thy feet.
Thy worshipper is tired of searching, come, O Best beloved to meet me.
How can I tell my great good fortune: to meditate on thee Thou hast given.
Invisible, I may not view Thee: of thy mercy grant me revelation.
As sacrifice to Thee receive me: take thought of me but for a moment.
I have come to clasp thy feet, O Thou that knowest all men's pain.
Searcher of hearts, in all Thou dwellest, none of my deeds are hid from Thee.
Thy will, O Lord, is wonderful, teach me a little of thy love.
In all hearts art Thou the One alone, what mouth can speak then of a second.
Qualities Thou hast none, nor takest: Firm Thou, all men and women fickle.
I do not know another god: but Bhikha worships the One Soul.