To see my God in his temple Allow me, I beseech. Let my eyes have their fill of Him Please, O please. Defiled my hands are Cleaning your filth night and day. To cleanse them in the Pure heart Allow me, I pray. I am but the body, he its life, I am the thirst only he can sate. I am the Wretched, He the Compassionate, O, let me fall at his feet, prostate. I am his devotee, he my Lord, I am a Hindu, he my Hindu God. O Fellow Hindu Brothers, Bar not, beg I, my way to my God!