Glory to Ram, Sita's Ram,
Chant Ram's name, glory to Ram.
Take me to Ayodhya's shore,
Where Ram's feet I can adore.
Take me to Ayodhya's shore,
Where Ram's feet I can adore.
A heavy weight of flaws I bear,
My steps falter, burdened with care.
Take me to Ayodhya's shore,
Where Ram's feet I can adore.
Glory to Ram, Sita's Ram,
Chant Ram's name, glory to Ram.
From His window, Ram surveys all,
Each deed, a harvest, standing tall.
Live in this world, as if exiled,
Until that final hour, reconciled,
Until that final hour, reconciled,
To the primal home, now revealed.
Take me, oh boatman, ferry me,
Take me, oh boatman, ferry me,
To that other shore, where He may bestow,
Take me to Ayodhya's shore,
Where Ram's feet I can adore.
Glory to Ram, Sita's Ram,
Chant Ram's name, glory to Ram.
Friendship with the Beloved now embrace,
Leave behind all wicked ways,
A fragile vessel cannot transcend,
The ocean of existence, without end,
The ocean of existence, without end.
I will taste now, those very berries,
That Ram Himself had shared with glee,
I will adopt, that very attire,
That pleased the heart of Ram, so high.
The whole world I've forsaken now,
The whole world, the whole world,
The whole world I've forsaken now,
That I may touch Ram's dust, somehow.
Ayodhya's shore, take me there,
Where Ram's feet I can adore,
A heavy weight of flaws I bear,
My steps falter, burdened with care.
Ayodhya's shore, take me there,
Where Ram's feet I can adore.
Glory to Ram, Sita's Ram,
Chant Ram's name, glory to Ram.
Glory to Ram, Sita's Ram,
Chant Ram's name, glory to Ram.
Glory to Ram, Sita's Ram.
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