Seeking

From Vedic students first the truth I sought,
And found them full of "Thou shalt," "Thou shalt not."

Never shall they possess tranquillity,
For mighty in them is the power of "me."

From Scripture scholars sought I once again
The form divine, but found them rent in twain.
Not one agrees with what the others say,
But pride and error lead them all astray.

Next in Purans I sought that form so fair,
But still, alas, no place of rest was there.
The preachers preach of Brahm but set their mind
On lust, and so true peace they never find.

Ask of the Haridas the way devout;
You'll find in him no faith at all but doubt.
He tells in words the Name's high excellence,
While all the time engrossed with things of sense.

Weary with seeking, here at last am I.
Low at thy feet, O Pandurang I lie.
My worldly life is full of fears, but thou
('Tis Nama cries), O save me, save me now.