I am drenched in rain, save me, O Hari.
O Friend of the poor, O compassionate Master,
Reduce the sufferings of thy people;
I am sinking in the sea of nescience
And I see no means of rescue.
The thunder of anger, the darkness of avarice Cover my vision.
Thirst for pleasure is the quivering lightning
Which consumes my body day and night.
In thousands of ways, sufferings and darkness
Surround me on all sides.
Surdas has kept company with the fallen ones, alas!
Now save me, O Lord.