Illumination

One fast asleep can never know
That to his chamber crawling in
There comes the snake, — and heedless so
Am I to lure of sense or sin,
Since inward vision to bestow,
My Kesav has so gracious been.

Alike are gold and dross to me;
Jewel and common stone, the same.
Now ne'er my soul can harmed be,
Walk I in heaven or in the flame.
Since one with final bliss are we,
Then what is either praise or blame?