Classic Poem

For men there is no master like unto Hari.
In whatsoever state his servants find comfort, in that same state He keeps them.
The hungry He feeds full, to the thirsty he gives to drink, and to the body clothes.
Ever is He with His servant, as the cow keeps by her calf, whether in the byre or grazing in the jungle.
He is all-generous, wise, the guru that grants all desires, the equal of ten thousand Kuveras in His giving.
The vows His servants offer, He honours: His hand is outstretched to receive even a straw.
If troubles come, He is instant to help: by His promise He stands firm.
Though Sur Das do a million acts of ingratitudes, He will not reckon one.