Had I but clung in love to Rama's feet
Had I but clung in love to Rama's feet,
Then of the triple agony by night and day alone I had not had to bear the pain.
Who once finds contentment's sweet immortal wine, even in his dreams:
Why should his mind, beholding vain desires, run like a deer after the phantom lake?
Who sings the greatness of the Lord with understanding heart, with ever growing love.
Why should he roam from door to door like a dog with ever empty belly?
The covetous, who are themselves the bond-slaves of desires, are ministers to all men's whims.
But they who trusting in the Lord subdue desires, these are the servants of Hari.
Not one good deed have I, to fit me for Thy praise: therefore I implore Thee.
O Lord, for that Thy name is the bond betwixt us, to Tulsi Das show mercy.
Then of the triple agony by night and day alone I had not had to bear the pain.
Who once finds contentment's sweet immortal wine, even in his dreams:
Why should his mind, beholding vain desires, run like a deer after the phantom lake?
Who sings the greatness of the Lord with understanding heart, with ever growing love.
Why should he roam from door to door like a dog with ever empty belly?
The covetous, who are themselves the bond-slaves of desires, are ministers to all men's whims.
But they who trusting in the Lord subdue desires, these are the servants of Hari.
Not one good deed have I, to fit me for Thy praise: therefore I implore Thee.
O Lord, for that Thy name is the bond betwixt us, to Tulsi Das show mercy.
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