Classic Poem

Guru, fallen at thy feet give me vision of the Name.
Birth after birth this soul is sunk in slumber: rouse it with the blows of thy Sabdas.
In the thick darkness the eyes see nothing: kindle the lamp of wisdom.
The throbbings of desire stir within my heart: let fall thereon the drops of amrit.
The river is deep, the stream fathomless: set me upon the further shore.
This is the prayer of Dharm Das, O Lord, that in the present hour Thou save me.