Classic Poem

Lord, Thou hast showered Thy grace upon me.
Thou art gracious, I of grace unworthy: knowing this of Thyself show grace.
A dog that is bathed becomes not a calf, and the mean man does not leave his meanness.
The stork will not dwell by Mansarowar, at some pool of desire it will make its home.
Take the Lord's nature as your pattern, and yourself do service at His feet.
Where can the Chameleon's efforts take him? At best, it will go to the heap of cow dung.
Now all my striving can do nothing. This I declare and proclaim aloud.
Dulam Das' Master is Jagjivan: by his power make me strong.