Let the waves, in ocean of my pains,
breaking all the panes,
guide my way to Him
Whom I am enamored with
He, who is world's Smith
Let my wounds never get,
The soothing ointment that it need
It will make my route hard indeed,
Let my eyes brimmed with tears
help me come out of worldly fears
Let me before travelling on hearse
Write His name in every verse
Let me rub this 'me'
It must flee
Let my faith glim
By being just with Him
Let me be, with my Lord
With whom , am joined
By an invisible cord.
