Saibaba, please come this way, won't you?
Shower mercy by listening to my tale of woe, can't you?
When hungry, I have no mother to ask for food
When sleepy, I have no father to fondle me on bed
The earth is my mother,
The sky is my father
The cool, shady trees are indeed my friends
Which offer me their secure hands
My heart melts on seeing a child with a mother
And roams madly in search of mother
For this reason good........
Caress like a mother, offer me rice morsels as food
With fatherly love, lift me in arms and have fun
Let the world know, I am not an orphan.
"Bow to Shri Sai and Peace Be to all"
|ॐ| Om Sai Ram |ॐ|
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