There may be lakhs of ants in all,
But very few do on Your beautiful creatures crawl.
There may be crores of flowers to Mother earth born:
But oh! only a few do Your handsome looks adorn!
There may be uncountable atoms of gold worn by men:
Only a select many are made into Your jewels even then!
There may be infinite lengths of thread woven:
But to tailor Your garments, only a few get chosen.
There may be many a hundred destination in Your Creation:
Each may have its flavours and each its own temptation
But dear Parthasarathy!
Allow me to find in Your Lotus Feet shelter with sheer dedication!