Eyes, thirsty for the Beloved's sight,
Eyes, thirsty, burning in the night.
Longing to see the lotus eyes,
Longing, beneath sorrowing skies.
Day and night, a somber hue,
Eyes, thirsty, longing, true.
Uddhav came, then turned away,
Uddhav left, in disarray,
Leaving a noose upon the heart,
Eyes, thirsty, torn apart.
Eyes, thirsty, burning in the night.
Saffron mark and pearl strung beads,
He, the dweller of green meads,
Of Vrindavan's sacred ground,
Eyes, thirsty, all around.
Eyes, thirsty, burning in the night.
No one knows another's heart,
Laughter plays a cruel, false part.
Eyes, thirsty, evermore,
Eyes, thirsty, to the core.
Eyes, thirsty, burning in the night.
Surdas, without your blessed face,
Surdas, lost in empty space,
Would choose the axe's final grace,
Eyes, thirsty, seek your place.
Eyes, thirsty, burning in the night.
Eyes, thirsty, for the light.
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