Fakiri

The sun, the clouds and the earth
give impartially to every seed sown

And they are neither overjoyed
At the sight of a bountiful crop

Nor are they dejected when
The crop fails and the land is bare

And yet I laud you when pleasures come my way
And am angry at you when suffering fills my day

A child may at times get angry at its mother
But it's love for her diminishes not one bit

Likewise oh Sai, do I love you so
It is your boundless love that makes this possible

Pleasure or pain, Sunshine or rain
Let me always cling to your feet

Lost in your love this fakiri does not matter
Immersed in your thoughts, this fakir becomes a badshah

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