Take Hold of My Arm, My Master

Take hold of my arm, my Master,
 or I will be swept away
 by the swift currents of this ocean of existence.
How can I possibly get out of this net?
 You are my only hope.
Now I have found a wonderful opportunity,
 but I still face the dreadful vipers of Yama and Kal.
Come and teach me some mantra
 and kindly take me up under your protection.
I am exhausted by my wanderings
  in the wheel of reincarnation –
  how can I return to my eternal home now?

In his mercy the Master then said:
 Raise your consciousness to the sky within –
 the path is treacherous.
Withdraw your mind and senses, put them to rest,
 surrender your mind, body and worldly possessions –
 only then will you find the eternal Shabd.
Love the Master with a steady mind,
 rise to the higher regions within and sing his praises.
Take firm refuge in Radha Soami
 for the rest of your life,
 without slackening your resolve.
_{Sar Bachan Poetry}