The Reign of Peace

Now all my days with joy I'll fill
Full to the brim,
With all my heart to Vitthal cling
And only him.

He will sweep utterly away
All dole and care;
And all in sunder shall I rend
Illusion's snare.

O altogether dear is he
And he alone,
For all my burden he will take
To be his own.

Lo, all the sorrow of the world
Will straightway cease,
And all unending now shall be
The reign of peace.

For all the bondage he will break
Of worldly care,
And all in sunder will he rend
Illusion's snare.

From all my foolish fancies now
Let me be free.
In Vitthal, Vitthal only is
Tranquillity.