Jai Sri Baba Lal ji,
Your name keeps watch night and day, while her continue thought of you acts as a pair of closed doors, she has her eyes fastened on her own feet, her life thus finds no outlet whereby to escape, when i was leaving, she gave me this jewel from the top of her head, the Lord of the Raghus took it and pressed it to his bosom, My Lord, with tears in both her eyes Janaka's daughter uttered the following few words, embrace the feet of my lord and his younger brother crying, O befriender of the distressed, reliever of the suppliant's agony, i am devoted to your feet in thought, word, and deed, yet for what offense, my lord, have you forsaken me, i do admit one fault of mine, that my life did not depart the moment i was separated from you, that however, my lord, is the fault of my eyes, which forcibly prevent my life from escaping, the agony of separation from you is like a fire, my sighs fan it as a gust of wind and in between stands my body like a heap of cotton, which would have been consumed in an instant, but my eyes, in their own interest, for being enable to feast themselves on your beauty, rain a flood of tears that is why the body fails to catch the fire of desolation, Sita's distress is so overwhelmingly great and you are so compassionate to the afflicted, that is better not to describe it, Each single moment, O fountain of mercy, passes like an age to her, therefore, march quickly, my Lord and vanquishing the miscreant crew by your mighty arm, Recover Her,
Jai Sat Guru Baba Lal Dayal ji
Your name keeps watch night and day, while her continue thought of you acts as a pair of closed doors, she has her eyes fastened on her own feet, her life thus finds no outlet whereby to escape, when i was leaving, she gave me this jewel from the top of her head, the Lord of the Raghus took it and pressed it to his bosom, My Lord, with tears in both her eyes Janaka's daughter uttered the following few words, embrace the feet of my lord and his younger brother crying, O befriender of the distressed, reliever of the suppliant's agony, i am devoted to your feet in thought, word, and deed, yet for what offense, my lord, have you forsaken me, i do admit one fault of mine, that my life did not depart the moment i was separated from you, that however, my lord, is the fault of my eyes, which forcibly prevent my life from escaping, the agony of separation from you is like a fire, my sighs fan it as a gust of wind and in between stands my body like a heap of cotton, which would have been consumed in an instant, but my eyes, in their own interest, for being enable to feast themselves on your beauty, rain a flood of tears that is why the body fails to catch the fire of desolation, Sita's distress is so overwhelmingly great and you are so compassionate to the afflicted, that is better not to describe it, Each single moment, O fountain of mercy, passes like an age to her, therefore, march quickly, my Lord and vanquishing the miscreant crew by your mighty arm, Recover Her,
Jai Sat Guru Baba Lal Dayal ji
