मेरे मनके धन तुम ही हो, तुम ही मेरे तनके श्वास।

मेरे मनके धन तुम ही हो, तुम ही मेरे तनके श्वास।
आश्रय एक, भरोसा तुम ही, तुम ही एकमात्र विश्वास॥

मैं अति दीन सर्वथा सब विधि, हूँ अयोग्य असमर्थ मलीन।
नहीं तनिक बल-पौरुष, आश्रय अन्य नहीं, सब साधन-हीन॥

नहीं जानता भुक्ति-मुक्ति मैं, नहीं जानता है क्या बन्ध।
एक तुम्हारे सिवा कहीं भी मेरा रह न गया सम्बन्ध॥

नहीं जानता तुम कैसे हो, क्या हो, नहीं जानता तत्त्व।
तुम मेरे हो, मेरे ही, बस तुमसे ही मेरा अपनत्व॥

दीनोंको आदर देने, उनको अपनानेका नित चाव।
रहता तुम्हें, तुम्हारा ऐसा सहज विलक्षण मृदु स्वभाव॥

इस ही निज स्वभाववश तुम दौड़े आते दीनोंके द्वार।
उन्हें उठाकर गले लगाते, करते उन्हें स्व-जन स्वीकार॥

जैसे शिशु मलभरा, न धो सकता गंदा मल किसी प्रकार।
नहीं जानता मल भी क्या है, केवल माँको रहा पुकार॥

शिशुकी करुण पुकार सहज सुन, स्नेहमयी माँ आ तत्काल।
मल धो-पोंछ स्व-कर कर देती स्तन्य-सुधा दे उसे निहाल॥

वैसे ही तुम आकर उसके हरते पाप-ताप त्रयशूल।
हृदय लगा उल्लासभरे मुख, देते स्नेह-सुधा सुखमूल॥

करते उसे परम पावन तुम, पूजनीय सबका सब ठौर। धन्य तुम्हारी दीनबन्धुता ! धन्य स्वभाव सकल सिरमौर॥



You are the wealth of my heart, you are the breath of my body. There is only one refuge, you are the only trust, you are the only trust.

I am very poor, completely incapable and dirty. No strength, no manpower, no other shelter, no resources at all.

I don’t know the freedom from suffering, I don’t know what is the bondage. I have no connection with anyone except you.

I don’t know how you are, what you are, I don’t know your essence. You are mine, only mine, I only belong to you.

A constant desire to respect the poor and accept them. I love you, you have such an easy and unique soft nature.

It is by this very nature that you come running to the doors of the poor. Picking them up, embracing them, accepting them as their own.

Like a baby is full of feces, cannot wash dirty feces in any way. I don’t know what stool is, I just keep crying for my mother.

Listen to the pitiful cry of the child, loving mother, come immediately. She washes and wipes the feces herself and gives pleasure to the breast-suddha.

In the same way, you come and destroy his sins and heat with the trident. Heart filled with joy, mouth full of joy, giving love and happiness.

You make him the most sacred and worshipable place for all. Blessed be your humility! Blessed nature gross sirmaur॥

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