"God Who Is Our Home"

To the child how dull the Fair
If his mother be not there!

So my heart apart from thee,
O thou Lord of Pandhari!

Chatak turns from stream and lake,
Only rain his thirst can slake.

How the lotus all the night
Dreameth, dreameth of the light!

As the stream to fishes thou,
As is to the calf the cow.
To a faithful wife how dear
Tidings of her Lord to hear!
How a miser's heart is set
On the wealth he hopes to get!
Such, says Tuka, such am I!
But for thee I'd surely die.