Dear Guru,
This disciple is imbecile, a dumbwit.
I do not even know how to fall at your feet,
O Great Being, great, great Master.
How to die, how to lose my own self?

There is no one else to embrace me
I do not have anyone else by my side,
The world dislikes me - but that would not matter,
If once, just once you clasp me to bosom.
Please, please my Master, look upon your disciple
Bless me with the water of eternal life
O tenderhearted Father.