Song and translation by Rabindranath Tagore Posted by Ranu

When the heart is hard and parched up,

come upon me with a shower of mercy.

When grace is lost from life,

come with a burst of song.

When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides

shutting me out from beyond,

come to me,

my Lord my lord of silence,

with thy peace and rest.

When my beggarly heart sits crouched,

shut up in a corner,

break open the door,

my king,

and come with the ceremony of a king.

When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust,

O thou holy one,

thou wakeful, come with thy light and

thy thunder.