I look at your face, sweet Lord.
Do you realize, Sweet One, that for thousands of years, millions of beings have craved you. Millions have wept and suffered for you. I won't even go into the horrors committed out of hunger for and deprivation of You.
If all those millions could have had one look into these eyes of Yours ... millions of weeping hearts in raptures, millions of broken hearts swaying in joy, tears of joy instead of pain ... this earth would have watered by rivers of joyous tears, each one in your name.
O dark dweller in Venkat
millions have lived and died taking your name
and have still not seen You
millions have prayed and called out
in vain
millions have denied you and cursed you
O beloved one
saviour of souls
live up to your name
Show yourself to us hapless souls
Show yourself to us again
and again
till all believe in you.
We are accursed, afflicted, blinded
lift this veil, O Lord,
cure this madness.
