"Thee, Lord of Pity, I Beseech"

Thee, Lord of Pity, I beseech,
Come speedily and set me free.
Yea, when he hears my piteous speech,
All eager should Narayan be.

Lo, in the empty world apart
I hearken, waiting thy footfall:
Vitthal, thou father, mother art,
Thou must not loiter at my call.

Thou, thou alone art left to me
All else when weighed is vanity.

Now, Tuka pleads, thy gift of grace complete;
Now let mine eyes behold thy equal feet.