O divine provider of the poor
deliverer of the lost
your mercy has found us shelter
a quiet place to rest
our unholy selves long slumbering
ridden with sickness of the mind and spirit
in your holy feet
have discovered a cure
the truth of this existence is that
you’ve saved many a forsaken souls
your radiant light has fallen
and darkness too is whole
even as we worship You
in our hearts we know
no prayer uttered or offerings made
can ever equal your grace
O loving Guru of the kindest heart
in your gentle shade our lives are lived
as a young calf surrounds her mother
we seek your divine company
these downcast eyes witness
your selflessness
there being no greater beauty in this world
than the sacrifices You make
Oh what might we offer at your feet
which flower will do the trick
to bear the weight
of your countless blessings
Each day words spring to the lips
and die quick deaths
for everything is lacking
when it comes to sing your infinite glories
You are the Swami of the Universe
the grand Emperor of our hearts
You are the silent SriHari
and the moving One
Oh please be always seated in our hearts
the joy of life is You
the rasa of Bhakti is You
the bliss of worship is You
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