Ferry the sorrowing to shore, ferry them,
Do not delay the pilgrim's crossing, ferry them now.
Ferry them, to your refuge, the flute's lament,
To your haven, fettered by grief, erase their pain,
Ferry them.
Once, you wove love's dance in this world,
Once, you crafted love's sweet game,
Once, you strung yearning's beads,
And stirred the innocent heart.
Now, come and soothe separation's gaze,
Ferry them.
Who knows when dreams will scatter,
When the garland of hope may fall apart?
Who knows when love's stained form will meet,
Who knows?
Now, grant a glimpse,
And make your devotees' lives complete.
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Ferry them.
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