'A' leads letters; the Ancient Lord
Leads and lords the entire world.
That lore is vain which does not fail
At His good feet who knoweth all.
Long they live on earth who gain
The feet of God in florid brain.
Who hold His feet who likes nor loathes
Are free from woes of human births.
God's praise who tell, are free from right
And wrong, the twins of dreaming night.
They prosper long who walk His way
Who has the senses singed away.
His feet, whose likeness none can find,
Alone can ease the anxious mind.
Who swims the sea of vice is he
Who clasps the feet of Virtue's sea.
Like senses stale that head is vain
Which bows not to Eight-Virtued Divine.
The sea of births they alone swim,
Who clench His feet and cleave to Him.
THE PRAISE OF GOD
