Classic Poem

O Lord, my soul has clung to Thee.

I wander lost by day and night: be merciful and cast one glance upon me.
Never do I forget—never forget Thou me: keep my mind ever at Thy feet.

Merits and demerits bring I none: from first to last I am Thine alone.
Jagjivan supplicates and prays—Give me the boon of Bhagti; knowing me of little worth.