O Lord, Thou art my soul's beloved.
Who leaves Thee to make trial of another, let his face be blackened with dust and ashes.
To Thee would I sacrifice the whole world, were it but mine.
To the Hindu Rama, to the Turk Allah: in many ways they speak of Thee.
Where the two ways meet in one, there my heart sets her belief.

Thou art Eternal, Thou knowest all, in every heart Thy Presence dwells.
The Jogi, the pandit, the rich in bounty, searched on every side but never found the end.
Within the house all was illumined: Dharni saw it and was glad.
He, whom they sought from land to land, He was revealed within my heart.