I will live as thou keepest me;

Thou knowest the pains and joys of thy people,

There is no need for me to speak of them.

Sometimes graciously thou servest me with good food,

Sometimes I am subject to hunger and privation;

Sometimes I ride a horse or an elephant,

Sometimes I carry a heavy load on my shoulders.

O lotus-eyed Lord of cloud complexion,

Just keep me in your service.

I want nothing else but ceaseless devotion to Thee.

I clasp thy feet, O Hari, ocean of grace.

Surdas

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