Being low-born, poor, ugly and hostile br Prone to make hundreds of bungles br I always become unfit to win affairs. br People weigh my love against situations! br In the balance my nutty heart descends br And is thrown into sacrificial flames! br br Maa, br Scriptures and saints have been yelling, br You forever being ocean of compassion br Are ready to receive me with no condition. br Knowing this I try to set a path to reach You. br Alas! I know not where You are! br And I know not how to come to You! br br Like a lost kid in a jungle I cry, br To attract Your attention I try, br Calling out Your thousand sweet names! br br Scriptures say Your eyes penetrate everywhere.