THE ORPHAN AND THE DESTRESSED
(Tagore)

The orphan and the distressed
have heard your name God
They have come to thy door
let them not return in emptiness
Let the eyes of those crying
in hopelssenss be moped up
O let the mind trembling in fear
be blessed with fearlessness
So many hearts are there tattered
in bereavement weeping day and night
In whom would those drowned in vice
take refuge
Alas, where is the way! bless them God
with your appearance..