O Soul, practise that meditation.
Whereby thy million pains are ended, all sins done away.
Arouse thee, wake and search: open thine eyes and see thyself.
When the crow becomes a swan, tis by the power of the Name.
Keep the soul steadfast in meditation, the pains of the three qualities will be loosed.
Tell the beads of thought within the heart, thus every grief will flee away.
Perfect Bhagti none can fathom, wondrous, pure and free from guile.
O Charan Das, Sukdeva has said, such make their abode in the Eternal City.