As A is of every alphabet the primordial letter
So is God the world’s very fount and progenitor
Your learning is idle, incomplete
If you haven’t placed it at that source’s feet
Long lives the ones who embraces the feet
Of him who graces the Holy Flower’s seat
Those who see he’s from craving free
Can walk on earth as free as he
Who in god’s praise builds his life
Protects his home from care and strife
Those who follow him who has conquered the senses five
Live a long and good life and its trial survive
None may the mind’s great torment meet
Save in the refuge of his redemptive feet
You cannot at redemption’s shore arrive
Unless to attain his grace, you strive
Who stands unawed by the versatility of God
I’d call, I am sorry, a mindless clod
If you’d cross the sea of birth and death
Seek at god’s feet his grace’s wealth.
