Classic Poem

Without the Name, there is no release from Karma.
Without the company of Sadhus and Rama's meditation, Kal's ravaging ceases not.
If the dirt be washed with dirt, how can the dirt be cleansed away.
The soap is love, the Name is water: mingle these its hold is broken.
Secret or plain, tis a pot of doubt, to be shattered in the open street.
Grasp in thy heart the words from the Guru's lips, and be set free from all thy doubts.
O soul, hold fast the thought of Rama, this is an outpoured shower of amrita.
O Darya, when man makes the offering of self, the bonds of birth and death are broken.