Unhappy, and contrite for my heavy sins and for my light yet long delirium, and that I spent the short hours of this fleeting life in vain loves,
To thee, O Lord, that makest soft our hearts, that makest warm the frozen snow, and makest sweet each harsh and heavy load to them that kindle with Thy holy warmth,
I do appeal, and pray Thee stretch Thy hand to draw me from that ocean whence to escape by mine own strength were vain.
For us, O Lord, Thou hast been pleased to die, Thou didst atone for all the human race; then leave me not, sweet Lord, to die.

These shores I loved so warmly, shores blest and divine above all others, the faithful home of cherished liberty, the nest of a noble leisured race —
Who would believe it? — lately have fled my heart in such wise that to spend my days with them now pains and often irks me.
All desires and all my thoughts do gaze upon those lovely hills where dwells my lord with his proud eyes.
There, to fulfil my longing, I would gladly spend with him this anxious life that yet remains to me.

Traditions have been handed down to me
That would have had importance, would have had
But for my powers of credulity,
Which are so bad.

O heedless one give heed: why wakes not wisdom in thee?
Brahma One without a second: and there is none beside Him.
As there's one lump of clay, yet countless pots and vessels.
So one sole Life's in all, there is no second Substance.
As there's one bar of gold, but ornaments a many.
So one sole Life's in all — there is no second Substance.
As there are many tools, yet but one bar of iron.
So one sole Life's in all. O Mehar, why be deluded?

O Mind, shake off delusion's slumber.
This world of form and name is dream land. Why art thou sunk in sleep? Awake.
These cravings, which to-day delight thee, to-morrow will be as a dream.
Why steep thyself in these, O madman? Awake, O void of understanding.
Beginning and end has Maya's gladness: why dost thou go astray therein?
Brahma's bliss without end or beginning: why hast thou then neglected this?
This priceless birth as man, O Mehar, again and again to none is given.
Rise, meditate upon the vision, that so thou mayest return no more.

Lord, this my prayer: forget me not.
In this hour bring me to shore, Lord. This is my prayer forget me not.
The world's waters are mirage, whereof there is no bound, no end.
Therein I am sore vexed with troubles, helpless, forsaken and forlorn.
The honour of all, who seek their refuge, the merciful of this world maintain.
Thou art Eternal Grace and Mercy, grant me, O Providence, Thine aid.
In actions, wealth, in greed and longing, let not the mind of Mehar be snared.
Let him pay no heed to Earth or heaven: the vision of Thee alone he craves.

Chant, O tongue, Rama's name devoutly.
Without Rama none will avail Thee, nor sons, nor family, nor fame.
At the last can none go with thee, nor father, mother, nor thy brother.
When Jama the king shall make his reckoning, thy metal's baseness is revealed.
Thy lips have ne'er sung Hari's praises though devotion's tree was thine.
Thine ne'er again this hard-won body, only at the last regrets.
Joga, self-mastery, self-knowledge, are in this world hard to gain.
Sing, Devi Sahai, the spotless praises—to thee will Raghubir be kind.

O Mind, how camest thou thus demented?
In craft and guile, O fool, thou dealest: and grief thou reckonest as joy.
To destroy this birth lurk lust, illusion; into their hands thou hast sold thyself.
Thy mouth proclaiming " Duty, Duty, " thine acts thine own self will dictates.
The Lord who knows the hearts of all things, to Him thou didst make excuse.
From Him of the road thou askest, who himself is all astray.
If following this mind one journeys, can he trace out the abode of bliss?
He who knows the Giver of happiness, O Pratap, is wise beyond all.

O Mind, thou hast not yet gained understanding.
Though clothed in human form thou hast ignored good deeds and lost the memory of Hari.
In vain disputes thou hast lost thy day and passest thy night in sleeping.
Remember this chance of happiness comes not to thee again.
In the world thou weavest deceits and guile, thou weavest many disguises.
Thou covetest another's wealth, another's damsels, scheming for honours and renown.
Even now, O Baldeo, shake off this slumber, now seek protection in the Lord.
The One Unseen Eternal Father, in countless ways He gives His aid.

Wisdom's form was manifested: ignorance and darkness were done away.
The Form in its own essence was revealed: straightway the soul's distress was banished.
Nothing divides the soul and Brahma: One form possesses every heart.
Know him aloof from the world of change, Eternal, One, Perfection's Form.
The spotless Form is all pervading: above, below between the Lord abides.
Its own most holy witness is the Form's vision. He is Eternal Lord, Eternal Praise.
No shape, no qualities, no dwelling place — Eternal Niranjan The Immortal, Uncreate.