Caught in utter duress this heart of mine
Just yearned for one sight of Yours divine:
And when You bestowed on this slave your grace benign;
What more do I need, o lord of mine?
However my sorrow may be profound,
In You it has solace found!
How indebted I am for Your presence!
How grateful to perceive Your eyes so intense!
O Protector of Your devotees!
O KrishnaWhen Your lips smile with such serenity:
What better medicine is there in all eternity!
When Your loving glance thus bores into my heart:
O parthasarathy: all my fears with haste depart!