Let your eyes see only God, nothing else.

My Lord if I had been with You

Even as a speck of dust in Brindavan

Would I had been born again?

I was neither a hill or a tree,

Neither a lake or a fish,

Neither a cow nor a calf,

At Your feet I was none of these;

Oh I was not even the lowliest,

So I am born again, deprived.