Classic Poem

To see my God in his temple
Allow me, I beseech.
Let my eyes have their fill of Him
Please, O please.
Defiled my hands are
Cleaning your filth night and day.
To cleanse them in the Pure heart
Allow me, I pray.

I am but the body, he its life,
I am the thirst only he can sate.
I am the Wretched, He the Compassionate,
O, let me fall at his feet, prostate.
I am his devotee, he my Lord,
I am a Hindu, he my Hindu God.
O Fellow Hindu Brothers,
Bar not, beg I, my way to my God!

[Translated by Anurupa Cinar]