From all eternity is my religion, and this world knows naught of it.

Among all books it has no equal: among the sects is ceaseless conflict.
In the six Darsanas all is wrangling: none attains a path like mine.

Hindus, Turks know not its value: they fast and keep the eleventh day.
No certain hope has either faith: one looks East, the other West.
Both these faiths have I avoided. In the North and South I saw.
O Garib Das I surely know Him, in the four quarters, the ten points, revealed.