If there be love within thy heart, proclaim it not abroad.
The searcher of all hearts will know thy heart's inmost feelings.

Hidden, revealed, whate'er I did, the defects of my mind,
O Rama, the searcher of all hearts, all lies plain before Thee.

Let thy prayer and praise be such that no other sees it.
Let none see thy moving lips: keep thy love a secret.

My hand counts no rosary's beads: my tongue names not Rama.
Hari performs all my devotions: and I am given rest.