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.