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