Miles away from You i stand,
O Lord! With whom is the world's command;
O Parthasarathy! Pride and ignorance in my way stand-
My love awaits Your errand!
These miles that keep me away,
Won't You Keshava brush away with Your sway?
The distance that this little heart laments,
Would You not erase by pouring Your love in torrents?
Let this slave build a bridge to You,
Just as the monkeys once did for You,
And just as each stone bore Your name,
Let my mouth forever sing Your fame!