Poem of Surdas - 1

O Hari, my honour is in Your hands.
You know the innermost secret, O Lord,
from You is not hidden all that is in my heart.

How can my faults I enumerate,
the sins I commit every moment, You know them all.

I bear in my mind the heavy burden of worldly attachments.
My boat is stuck, and there's no boatman to guide me on.

Surdas says, O Lord, now
the hopes of my survival lie
in meditating at Your feet.
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(Note: Surdas was a devotional (bhakti) poet of medieval India - sixteenth century- who wrote a number of padas/bhajans in praise of Lord Krishna in the Vrajabhasha dialect of Hindi, spoken in the Agra-Mathura-Vrindavan region of Uttar Pradesh, India. Though he was blind, he has given vivid descriptions of nature while describing the baal-leelas of child Krishna and is often rated as the best poet of child-psychology.)