Will You, O Lord, Let Go The Hold?

"Will You, my Lord, let go the hold?

You will not, You will not,

You will not let go

However bad I be.

Will You, my Lord, let me waste my years?

You will not, You will not,

You will not let me waste,

However dull I be.

Will You, my Lord, let me run to ruin?

You will not, You will not,

You will not let me run,

However wayward I be.

Will You, my Lord, let me escape Your eye?

You will not, You will not,

You will not let me escape,

However wanton I be

You cannot but rush to rescue Your own,

You cannot delay for weighing pro and con,

You cannot stay unconcerned when we weep,

You cannot but respond to the prayers of the poor.

(Poem written by Baba and given to Kasturi on New Year's Day 1959)