The angel was preparing his notes When Raja Bhoj just peeped in A list was being prepared Of noble souls who sought the Divine
Come O king and be seated Angel was kind enough to welcome Just let me finish this work Then shall we have talk some
It's all right O dear angel You continue with your deliberation I have little time to idle away The ill and destitute need my attention
Moreover, the list is useless to me For my name can't be included In the worldly affairs, I forgot To worship the Divine; God I excluded
The great saints and sages are aplenty To give material to complete your job O noble one I leave in hurry For I hear the cry of despair in that mob
The king bade farewell fast, and The angel was engrossed in his writing Soon the night turned into day That ended the vision of our king
Next night the angel appeared again Full of enthusiasm and genuine pleasure And said to the king mischievously 'Aren't you interested in the list, dear'!
Your name figures at the top O king, your service to poor and destitute Concern and care for the poor and lowly Are the highest divine attributes
'To labor is to love To work is to worship' That is the message to the world Your life of sacrifice gives, my Lordship!
