Shri Rama is my Lord, I am at His beck and call,

Through His grace only, no chance of a fall.

Shri Rama is my Lord, what I write comes from Him,

Through His grace only, maya’s influence to grow dim.

Shri Rama is my Lord, for Him I arise day after day,

Through His grace only, my sorrows can run away.

Shri Rama is my Lord, may I always see His beautiful form,

Through His grace only, my heart remains warm.

Shri Rama is my Lord, may His arrows always protect me,

Through His grace only, never Kali Yuga’s misery to see.

Shri Rama is my Lord, Mother Ganga emanates from His lotus feet,

Through His grace only, spiritual sky one day I hope to meet.

Whether here or there, in happiness or sadness, in comfort or in pain,

May Shri Rama always remain My Lord, for in life no higher gain.