There Is No One as Brave as a Saint
There is no one as brave as a saint.
He has vanquished attachment
along with its entire army,
so perfect and tranquil is he.
By donning the shield of forgiveness
and wielding the sword of truth,
he defeats the troops of ritual and delusion –
moment to moment, again and again.
Making his attention the arrow, his heart the quiver
and contemplation his bow, he pulls the string
and hits the mark with the hand of love.
With the dagger of wisdom and discrimination,
and the spear of his sweet mystic words,
he pierces the hearts of true seekers
with his enchanting discourse.
With great fervour, he listens to the ceaseless Melody.
His feet never wander from the path
leading to the Inaccessible,
even if he is cut to pieces.
With a joyful heart and the anticipation
of meeting the Beloved,
he approaches the field of Sunn.
O Charandas, says Sukhdev,
such a one attains the immortal realm.