My eyes, beggars of vision,
Grant me your sight, O Lord, grant it.
Hearken to my plea, Master,
Hear my prayer, O Lord.
My eyes, beggars of vision,
Grant me your sight, O Lord.
Krishna, flute-player, dark-hued one,
To you, our supplication.
Krishna, flute-player, dark-hued one,
To you, our supplication.
From my eyes, tears like a river flow,
From my eyes, tears like a river flow.
My eyes, beggars of vision,
Grant me your sight, O Lord, grant it.
What fate, this ocean of sin,
Where Sita’s purity remains?
Night descends, dark, unknown,
Night descends, dark, I know not…
My Beloved’s form.
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