Dig reservoirs of water
For public use
It is charity
Retire from family life
And serve for the welfare of others
It is penance.
You are sinless, my dear
You are the son of nectar
Do good for the world order
Be a giver and a follower
Of That Spiritual Master
That Great Grand Creator.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem