The Guru’s feet are heaven,
He lays seeds of seven.
Baffled, the disciple cries aloud,
"O Guru, take my life, I am in vain."

Then the Guru, in silence, sees the light,
The spark of a journey glowing bright.
He speaks, calm as the morning sea:
"You may not know, you may not see,
But I have seen it already,
One day, you will be like me."

From that moment, the Guru saw the seed of faith,
And watered it with pain, grief, and hard work.
One day, the disciple became a Guru,
And so the story repeats, time after time.
Many Gurus are made from one Guru—
Such is the love and care of the Guru.