Where do you hide, O God, delay no more,
Erase my sorrow, Lord of Dwarka, in your shore.
Erase my sorrow, Lord of Dwarka, in your shore.
Erase my sorrow, Lord of Dwarka, in your shore.
I have heard, friend of the downtrodden,
You lift the burden, the pain of all.
Fill the emptied vessel,
With hope, when shadows fall.
If I were Sudama, my path clear,
I’d run to Dwarka, without fear.
Wash your feet with tears, my offering,
And quench the fire that my heart is suffering.
Do not feign ignorance, my Lord above,
Hear me, O God, and move with love,
Erase my sorrow, Lord of Dwarka, in your shore.
Erase my sorrow, Lord of Dwarka, in your shore.
All who come to your embrace,
Find solace in your grace.
You are the giver, who saves from the flood,
You steer them safely, where they should.
If you do not listen, to whom shall I speak?
My lament, my plea, my heart that’s weak?
Leaving your door, where else can I go?
O Lord, I have called out, long ago.
From when did I call, to your door I plead,
Delay no more, hear my desperate need,
Erase my sorrow, Lord of Dwarka, in your shore.
Erase my sorrow, Lord of Dwarka, in your shore.
Erase my sorrow, Lord of Dwarka, in your shore.
Erase my sorrow, Lord of Dwarka, in your shore.
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