Satsang ‘Corrupts’ All

Whosoever has come to satsang
  has been spoiled.
He has been spoiled,
  even as oil has been corrupted
  by the fragrance of flowers.
He has found the company of the wise
  and has lost his ignorance.
With the contact of the philosopher’s stone,
  iron has become debased;
It has ceased to be iron and turned into gold.
The river has lost its identity
  by merging into the ocean.
By imbibing the scent of sandalwood,
  the tree has lost its quality.

Alas! Paltu has become a swan from a crow,
  And the crows grieve over the loss of one of them.
For whosoever has come to satsang
  has become spoiled.
_{Saint Paltu}