Hearken now, my Lord, my plea,
Hearken, Lord, and heed my cry.
In this world's crowded gallery,
Preserve my soul, my Murari, nigh.
Hearken now, my plea.
Dark hands shattered the vessel, Ram's name spilled,
The tavern of devotees, to ashes, willed.
Hearken now, my Lord, my plea,
Hearken, Lord, and heed my cry.
Temples of sin, built day by day,
Rivers of falsehood, sweep and sway.
Blind are the eyes of Dharma's grace,
And worship cheapened, lost its place.
Hearken now, my Lord, my plea,
Hearken, Lord, and heed my cry.
Within each heart, Your presence dwells,
Though worldly souls this secret quell.
The longing for union, birth to birth,
Yet still, the maiden, knows no worth.
Hearken now, my Lord, my plea,
Hearken, Lord, and heed my cry.
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